it's strange to witness this time. last night a dude i've known since junior high turned into a trumper, and it just doesn't make any sense at all, why? he still seems like the same goofy guy, a lot of beers and years on, maybe the beer smiles mask the hate? but what happened. it happened to the dude i was best man for too, when he moved out to the western edge, the land of dreams. were they always like that, just inside, and trump like a real life demiurge gave them license to ill? i guess that's it, hate was masked, now it's unmasked and we see it all around, people we thought we knew becoming the alien no longer in waiting. strange to witness, sick to behold. this relates to why i commune with shadows and leaves and expressive silent dogs. the haters oppress us, and the things that aren't so brutishly solid feel more nurturing, more real.