reading jon jost on parental alienation, everything comes back to our self, the body we're in in time, our time in this body, the only one, but the one connected to everyone who lives or ever lived. i think of dad. of the alienation we must have each felt separately. but he left, god damn. he had to, but in a way we never met. in that we we were united. a unified field of mutual alienation. perhaps in too many words. yeah, we were lonesome though, and in the airport we cried, trying to hold it together. in orbit around each other. in life and somehow now in death, related. a ghost planet now orbits my life, oh that's just my old man. all of this from a fellow traveler, and a lost bird who's at home in the dog yard.