r. inherited a stamp collection abandoned in a storage locker of a building her father managed in 1965. overwhelm of stamp. stampede. i would like the patience of a stamp collector's lifetime. but not for stamp collecting. be that as it may, i pick these two bison stamps. the white devils called them buffalo as they murdered them by the millions in so as to eradicate the native population. somebody threw out the rubber bison i picked up in the alley after r. and i visited a small protected herd living on a former munitions site returning to illinois prairie. the lost animals will be depicted and people that manage not to be murdered or rendered extinct will marvel at them or question their reality. then i read in an inventory of losses: like a hollow mold, the experience of loss renders visible the contours of the thing mourned, and it is not uncommon for it to be transformed by the transfigurative light of sorrow into an object of desire.. "it seems to be one of the characteristics of western man that defies rational understanding that he prizes the lost more highly than the existing." that i suppose includes western man himself, though it is a strain to parse the desire for one's own lost being. now i just read a letter by some missionaries in the belgian congo who apparently sent back loads of stamps. it's a disgusting piece of arrogant and ignorant white devil propaganda for eradicating native culture. white trash to the trash landfill. post dat from an inventory of losses: suicide seems perhaps the most radical means of conquering the uncertainty of the future, albeit at the cost of a curtailed existence. i'd say that brings us up to the present state of things.