i went home yesterday and there was a gas leak while i was away. they fixed it and a huge storm came. my front window is falling apart. the place is stuck. i'm stuck in the place. i get sad there. so i eat snacks and watch five movies. 
maybe it does have the stigma of the suicide before me. the energy he produced and the tiny paintings that covered the walls. though i have my own ghosts. so disjointed. so frangible.

and it's a fragile time. and maybe all times are fragile. but trees are falling and bodies are falling around here. and though we forget about it every day just to do our thing, in our wars of domination a lot more bodies are falling.

but the water, it was beautiful this morning. we did our dog and man water dance. 

and the service berries are here!