i saw this thing it was a celebration of birds and not a lament about the unravelling i know but it felt strange not talking about the decline of bird life and life per se. each person seemed to live in an idyllic place. meanwhile i'm here at the promontory hearing talk of daylight muggings and shootings and hearing in the distance the lying barrage of the empire builders and now rather i'm up at 3:45 writing this and why it solves nothing but the dilemma of tossing and turning sleepless. now i've roused the white cat jasper who appears like a ghost summoned by a thought before uttering. the leader of empire was barely suppressing his stuttering, constructing his sentences in a rush of avoidance, but i hear everywhere the stuttering of empire behind the declining song of birds and the engines that never sleep even when the stuttering empire makers are shuttered and snoring.