then we went back and carl came and he was so blissful and peaceful in the water a few days after his last seizure and i sat on the platform and hugged on him and his mom said the only one he sniffs like that is my husband and i was happy and mister came nosing under my other arm wanting some of that carl love. then we talked and i learned the mom she came back from cali for is the mom in jamie kalven's book who provided the basement for the darkroom where patsy developed her pictures. i said say hi to jamie for me if you remember, the guy who walked fen and looks like a smaller version of him. not fen, haha. rhizomatic, the way these connections form. it feels languid, it feels good.