we saw makala last night. it's a beautiful struggle. think about other people's lives. so hard, in landscapes denuded and destroyed, used up. no natural order, nature reduced to charcoal, nature burned. trees turned to smoke and scarcity, life turned to dust and smoke.
i have to go. i'll finish this later. 
well it's later, but i don't have much more to write about makala. it has to be seen and felt.