i ventured around the back yard of the obamachron, and there were some paths made by other homosapiens, but they petered out into a forest of weeds, and dog, it was too hot in the shadow periphery of the looming tower. there was a camera behind a ripped curtain looking at me, too, and i got creeped. as usual the obamachron makes my spirit, and my body, want to flee.