you will be ok doug. 

 

 it's a strange feeling knowing you only have a few walks left. what do we do? i don't want to tell anybody. i just want it to stay ordinary, just me and charlie. it's our story. everything changed. we would have been happy to do the same thing every infinite day, but everything changed. to do the same thing every day is in a way freeing, but time changes us anyway. if i'm lucky maybe i'll have a last walk when charlie is old, even though our last walk is in three days. i'm happy i have all the pictures, but i want more, even if they look the same. i don't want to take the last picture. she's a good dog. will i be lucky again?

 sorry, blue. 

we're both still in the dream.

 f buk is really sick but like tee rump it's just the expression of a sick society run by genocidal oligarchs so water u gonna do still darrel is on it and now he's got charlie. et al works out but it ain't easy.

 we're at a crossroads, wait, we're at a bottleneck, if we don't do something soon, in twelve years say, we're going to collapse and fall off a tower, or a cliff. we're in a scenario. we're in a failed narrative, in a failed state. looking backward we see a sequence of natural disasters, we can't do a blessed thing about it, it's past, it's nature. it's not us. we're just trying to make a living. we're just trying to remember a dream from way back when we and the world were young.  

 surreal came to mean different things to different people in differing circumstances an different times. it may mean realer than real, or unreal. i'm reading 101 surrealists by desmond morris, the one who wrote the naked ape i think, it's printed in pretty pink ink. for the 100th anniversary of surrealism, 101 artists, many who did not think of themselves as surrealistic. the thing is to think. about what things look like. about who we really are.

the propaganda has failed even as we know

the conning tower is still being built. 

the dream continues. the dream continues us. we may forget the dream. we continue dreaming the dream. we share the dream. the dream continues within and without us.

 charlie at the station.

 we are cats of peace. in the kitchen with olive palestine.

 don't feel sorry for me, darrel. feel sorry for everyone.

i love olive palestine.

 

 palestinians, displaced from their villages, worked on the zionist project pipeline, in 1936, before the nakba and the eventual genocide. 

 we remember the free palestine camp. we love the students for justice. we believe the occupation will end. we are the dogs of peace.

 genocide is a hard product to sell. 

 the occupation has to end.

 When you collide with reality, reality usually wins.

John Mearsheimer

 101 years of surrealism.

 the neocons are deeply hostile to peace. they won't abide neutrality. they want genocide for real estate.

 charlie's coming back tonight. we'll have seven more walks. our last walk will be thursday morning. it'll be a sad walk, but i'll be happy for it. 

this is the ugly face of empire in the public park.
 

 Nobody knows who the Houthis are. 

Pete Hegseth

 What if the unspeakable crime of Genocide turns out to be the Achilles heel of Zionism, because it invites us to stare, like Narcissus, at our own reflection in the pool. 

Roger Waters

 i dreamed one time i lost you, crossing the road by the midway. i didn't lose you, you didn't die. oh, thank heavens you're still alive. you helped me be me, i helped you be you. i feel gratitude and a longing to continue. i'll always want to know you and be known by you, and i will keep knowing you, you're in my spirit now, like the clouds and the wind and the song of birds, like the snow and the grass you rolled in on the midway in the sunshine, and i want to hear about your life, your life after me, and dream about that life in mine, and how it was and will be, while you and i in different places walk the same ground. 

 i finished memorial days. now i'll read 101 surrealists. i'm looking at the past that comes up in this time of endings and beginnings. r. is flying home with mom, ending her time in the room in the place she was put in california, the room in the place she won't remember put in a place here she will remember while she's in it. we hope she likes it. it could be anyplace but it's not. it's gray today and it will be dark when she arrives. maybe the sun will come tomorrow. there was a time before charlie and a time after, and she's present in it, though in a sense past. i'm not editing. the story takes care of itself. someone is always left to read it. 

 i had written on this picture five years ago, i'm ready to get off this pandemic planet, but after five years, after wishing we could be together til the end, i go back to this picture thinking about how charlie was a puppy born at the beginning of this pandemic we're in, and i wrote an addendum, it's better to wish for things to be just as they are. 12:38 am, sunday, march 30, 2025. 

 at 12:12 a wave of sorrow woke me. i wish we could have been together til the end.

 i found the first post i did with charlie, september 30, 2020. i said i hope i can walk her. swoon. 

this is our first walk a few days later. swoon. i still swoon, til the last walk, and beyond.

 you have a good life, charlie. i'm going to miss opening your kitchen door and seeing you. i'm going to miss our photographs. i felt so proud following you, watching people's faces. lulu's good, but i can't lift her like i lifted you. and you lifted me, every time i saw you, no matter how low i was, you lifted my spirits. you will bring love and joy to many souls. you will have a good life, and i'll be loving you always.

 memorial days.

 palestinian children are the future, that's why israel is killing them. -middle east eye

 me and charlie on the day she was rehomed. 

i feel sorry for all of us, except the genocidal oligarchs.

 

 capitalist state captured by israel! march madness for genocide!

 they bombed yemen for israel because yemen was trying to stop the genocide in palastine. operation genocide.