i had a bad dream. i was walking with mister in the park and we met a happy group of dogs and dog people. then we were in a place and i was looking around and suddenly realized all the dogs and dog people were gone. i looked all over the house and the park and i could not find mister and i woke thinking if mister's lost i don't want to live. i had such dreams before when he was alive, but when he died i didn't want to die, i was glad to live with his memory. then i was glad i had not lost him in life, he had just died. then i thought about this hateful government that rules us, and how the world is characterized by loss.

then i realized i lost all the pictures of mister when i dropped my laptop this is the only one i found.