The graveyard of empire is expanding. I feel better about it now. I'm gleaning the making of americans. I feel better about it now. It may not last. I simplified the arrangement of flowers in the kitchen, composting the dead ones. I feel better about it now. When I went up to see the chron I thought of a worker saying in his head maybe emerging from a hazy dream, What if I go to work in the land grab this morning only to find there's nothing there? I'm sorry it's there, but I feel grateful for documenting it every single day, and I feel better about it now.