i'm soul tired. i cant sleep through the night. i wake up and read about refugees. maybe if i stop eating tweets. oh milo, it's so dire anyway, no matter what you do, if we could just stop everything and redo civilization, ha, don't kid yourself, it can't be done, neither undone, anyway i'll try to stop eating tweets and reading about refugees, and it'll still go on the same out there. first, i'll finish the book about afghan refugees, then i'll delve into vagina obscura, and after that maybe to speak for the trees. i have to trust in something inchoate and unknown, i don't know else what to do.