it's quieter for bike the drive and you can hear more insects and birds. we went to see trudy but we left as she was sleeping so peacefully. the caregiver said she's doing good, walking to the dining room and back by herself. she walks around saying son of a bitch! and then, i'm sorry! we pause on the bridge to wooded island and i snap a picture of the obamachron tower in the lagoon. it's vertiginous, it makes me queasy. it's puzzling, and it repels me r. says. if you image non-being, how do you imagine it?