the sky picture from last night looks like a distress flag today but it's just the atmosphere. the distress is in my back, really in my core. i was going to say my core identity, but it's just my body. what else is there finally? 

i don't know how much i should say about myself, trying to leave shame out. i guess it would only amount to details, a list. suffice it to say i haven't done what adults generally do when they grow up. in some rather deleterious ways i still remain a sixty-two year old kid. eventually even when you grow up you will fall apart.