that looks like a burial mound but it's a burial mound of trash, not indigenous. there a tubes sticking up to release the gasses. the air is tainted but it will be a nature area in name for perhaps a few centuries while microbes eat the waste. we like it but it's creepy. it's like a smelly bardo, an existence between industry and post history. 
it's hot as hell i can't think, what i'm doing in the suction where thought would transpire. i miss mister again, it comes in waves. i body surfed today. a girl recognized me as mister's companion and i had to tell her and then the dropped eyes and i have to tell her it's ok. nothing is ok today, except a lot is, there are so many layers, but the gas has to excape. the landscape is changed. they blasted a dam, that's something. but the fucking dapl pipeline is still pumping death. we some have been crying in the built wilderness years that we're making our own burial site but now we're recreating in it, and it stinks especially when the ground bakes and the water gets thick as sludge. forgive me i'm rambling i'm out there walking and it smells like rust and dioxins and a queer smell i can't quite place and out there no one's listening anyway all you hear is the birds trying to sing over the drag race.