pictures of yesterday carry words today. rescue is every day. 

the lake was a massive critter today, performing for everyone. i saw the dog blixa with a different man, after seeing nick cave's new film last night. the man told me nick cave's son arthur had fallen to his death from a cliff. and he that he was a twin. in the film it was not told. they showed arthur's painting of a windmill and said it was the place he died, as if he had painted his death. he said the end of narrative had come, the world was fractured since. is narrative the attempt to meld the fractures then? i feel that too, like someone has died, that all the fractures are a network forming, re-forming, a planet of living fractures. 
i saw greg, having a beer, leaping into the wild surf, the ex-minnesota twin, and he talked of network too. i thought of the fracture of the remaining twin. i thought of the rape of the planet, and the love that holds us together yet. the fractured planet of love beyond death.