study of penny lu with blocks from the hole cut out of the hall closet. penny lu is getting old. she yowls after she eats a little food. i know she's always been a talker and singer of plaintive arias, but now she's getting old. as am i. i have to bounce when i get out of bed to get my bones going. usually we watch our animals get old and die, but at some point we get old together. everything is different now, we're in a time of extinction, wondering how long we can continue this way, and what will remain of us.