the women's circle garden will now be a water retention pond.

 fuck. everything matters. i saw the buckets moving and ran up to the 17th floor. somebody who shall go unnamed since 9:30 a.m. still had tennis shoes banging in the dryer. presence of mind is so important, so easy to lose, so hard to sustain. i deleted some precious photos of lulu in the red leaves, oh my dog, they were beautiful, and they're gone at the touch of a button, erased, and all my memory card has left are maddening shots of the obamalandgrab. i said to lulu, it is another day in paradise. it will still be a paradise even when it is thoroughly destroyed, even when it gets unlivable, even here, it will be a destroyed paradise. the students are moving in the ordinary way after the murder yesterday.