i was getting sad with mister today, and then i was probably getting mister sad. with that soulful look and my fatigue and general sorrow at the sorry pass of human life it's easy to say, see, the even the dog is sad, how can i be happy? 

i was sad to swim without him, sad that it's too far to go, with so little time to go. so i took him to the zen garden on the island that will be obombaland soon, and that too seemed to be too far. 

partly i think the world is not sad, and partly i think that it is. partly i think i'm sad, and partly i think the dog is. i think the world is both sad by itself and also the effect of human sadness on the world, and what the human is doing and not doing in and about the world, and the dog is affected by the sadness of the world and the sadness of me thinking of the dog sadly.

and yet. and yet, i feel passionately alive.