a little yellow dozer cleans the algae and silt and waterbird poop from the drained model yacht pond which is incidental and not worthy of mention it's just background. it occurs to me repeatedly that anything neglected for a short time even becomes an opportunity for a natural system to form, given a chance. mister can still balance an apple on his nose, flip and catch it with a sideways flick of the head, and he moved well today. we note how we get older yet we're not old, we're just getting older. we can still do stuff and memory is still malleable and changing by it's own mysterious alchemy.
i finished the body in question and started axiomatic which turns out to be an exploration of the ways we understand the traumas we inherit and the systems that sustain them. it was in my queue and it appeared and i was surprised by it having forgotten what it was about and by how it meshes with my ongoing thoughts about the past in the present and personal and collective trauma and the individual and the system.