this is the farthest i walked today. this is the green where mister pooped a long time ago. my god he was cute. i thought about him all the way. there's a lot of erosion. i know why people talk to the dead. i talked to him today like i talked to him when he was living. the difference is he can't hear now, and he was such a good listener. i want to think he can hear me now, but i suspect i may be talking to myself. it's different when he's not listening. my voice sounds a little hollow to me.