the haze of wildfires is here. we breathe the haze today. eighty years since we dropped the bomb. i'll attend the memorial at 5. we called the bomb little boy. i slept lousy. my back is sore. we're planning a post human future with artificial intelligence missiles and a nuclear reactor on the moon. we dream big, beyond our little life. i'm reading the third reich of dreams recorded in 1933. this is a moment in time. this is our invention. we can't help ourselves dreaming. we dream whereof we cannot speak.