snowdrops falulu. vine swings falulu. i did jettison rest and be thankful thankfully i can rest now. i'm a little agitated idle know why. i feel like i hardly do much and yet feel harried by time. longer days! more light! r&bt was cluttered. i got rid of some clutter today, with the gentle influence of r. but that's just here, i'm weighted by that museum of dispossessed impedimenta that warp satellite my old studio. it didn't accrue all at once, it won't magically disperse. i have to eliminate carefully item by item. more than this the pandemic is pressing on my brain. there's no circulation in the elevators. there's exhalation, up and down in and out day in day out. they cant fog it out. it could be here for years but the city officials say it will be a memory by next year, but it will still be here and people will be stored in cardboard boxes with HEAD printed on one end as they don't taper like normal coffins used to.