i once had a camera that made beautiful pictures of the moon but it died. i watched the moon rise with a kestrel on a gargoyle and i watched the moon set. there was something in my head from a dream that won't make much sense. it started in a circle up north and then on my cheek. it's all about the moon but it's beyond sense. i thought of future utility. an exercise in futility. one can't help but think of the moon and be all moony in the head.