oh, well, the presidential lieberry, let's not talk about that. oh, NATO, hell no. we were walking on the island each shushing the other about what was happening, what was going to happen, what might happen, and the sad arc of yoko ono's carreer, beginning with john seeing her tiny YES on a ceiling in soho and a lot of years and killing, to this, no more pictures, the dread death lotus. we wonder what john might have said. would he have found it ironic? subversive? well now, we have had enough subversions of nature miss ono.
sorry, ghost of lennon, this is i know a small microcosm of our worried world. but it happens to be where we, and the live lotuses, live.