everyone's a mystery, really. i think i've heard this called the great unraveling, a warning from the future, though i haven't read that book. does it matter anyway what we call it? i may only have one dog, malulu, by the spring. in a way it's liberating, inevitability. unraveling can be a very good thing, except for the extinction part—but what matters is not wasted. regret doesn't matter. extinction cells, daily going particles of skin. what once breathed will be breathed again. remember once we worried about un-aesthetics? ha ha, we still do. we don't change much though we are gradually utterly changed.