we search for things to extol. that was tagged on this picture left from yesterday. maybe from a song of sufjan. i talked to maw. she says the same things over and i feel sad. she says we boys never went to dad's, laura flew there alone with her trans world airline wings pinned to her gingham xmas dress — i add that detail. but i recall many painful xmas's staring at the roaring hearth in silent communion with the grim pops.