first r walk post-surg. we waited a tad late in the morning, it was already heating up. the island is lush and overgrown. little paths to little clearings for wooded trysts. thinking the poisoner levy is history. what kind of trysts will there be in obombaland? what kind of animals, what sanctuary? for this is all obombaland now — let's see what he will do. (he will do nothing but smile his fake smile, everything will be accomplished by secret committee.) we just live here for a while. steady until the apogee and then faint talking to elsa madrigal. and then we make it home again.