The styrofoam hill that was blowing away is buried now like an artificial dune. You wonder why I keep dwelling on this small land grab in the world. Because nothing happens in isolation, though we may feel isolated, encroached upon, pushed out, of our park, our neighborhood, our sanctuary, our nature, it's all still here, albeit buried, like our spirits dwelling within us, gone underground, it's all one planet all together. The occupied park is connected to every occupied zone in the collapsing exploding empire.