i don't want to jinx it but so far i'm liking dead souls. there was a time i wanted nature to hide in. books and nature are similar. sometimes to hide in, but really to be transported somewhere. now i want to embody nature, but there isn't enough to hide in, and i'm not quite part of nature, more an observer. and obomaland is encroaching the little that is. we were remarking the paths off the main paths where the nature boys meet and speculating on tourists exploring same in obamaland. will this herbaceous lushness even exist in obamaland. it won't be the first encroachment, and it won't be the last. his hubris too will be history. there no such hubris in nature. hubris is humus in nature. no false pride, right. nature waits to come back after we leave, or look away. live souls go to nature. dead souls haunt the developments.