Sunday, May 31, 2026
i guess the word of the day is aspire. i wonder when did the word enter my vocabulary. i guess kids aspire as they respire. later we may think we lost our aspiration, but i guess we always aspire to be who we always were. there's nothing there to prove to ourselves. we can be kids for cats. it's so simple. we don't have to do anything. we can be kids and cats for peace. we can aspire to respire, for everyone.
Howd you sleep? I slept pretty good though the moon was full and I ate Georgia's cookies. The stupid movie we watched, Anora, didn't haunt my dreams. The dreams were organic, I'm trying to do practical stuff, trying to work it out. Life I guess, specific. The song Goodbye Horses played in my pinecone gland. That's where the soul sleeps and dreams are made. Olive is growing up fast we must remember. She lets us sleep in but we mustn't sleep too long. We must wake up. We must.
Saturday, May 30, 2026
I used to think of mister as an other me, and I felt he also felt the same. I wonder if Olive feels that way too, or if she just thinks of me as her cat daddy. It's funny to think of somebody else's dog as an other self, or a cat that appeared in the park. When they come along though it's as though they already expected to meet, like fate, and say, hello, it's me.
The western world is hemorrhaging its connection to the living planet — we feel it in our bodies, in our loneliness, in our disconnection from anything that isn’t a screen — and the Maikiuants Shuar carry within their culture the very things we have lost and are desperately, unconsciously searching for. The understanding that the land is not a resource. It is a relative. It is alive. It is sacred. It holds us.
There is a peculiar kind of numbness that the modern world has perfected. We have been so thoroughly saturated with suffering — scrolling past famine and war and displacement and injustice in an endless feed that flattens everything into the same visual weight — that our nervous systems have learned to protect us from feeling it. The algorithm serves us outrage and beauty and tragedy in equal measure and our brains, overwhelmed, start making unconscious calculations about what deserves our energy. What is close enough. What is solvable. What affects people who look like us, live like us, exist within the invisible borders of what we have been conditioned to consider our world.
i'm reading and thinking i've read this before but it was just published. about toxoplasma, the parasite in the brains of some humans. i should not drink coffee after morning stop eating sweets. blue moon. up at 2. congested, a tenderness in neck, throat. i'm detached from the words. one of the worms in the dog gelsomina talks, the dog talks, the humans are there but only talk to themselves, in a glass house. the dog thinks of things the humans don't, presumably just living their lives in a glass house. the dog is chosen, but grows old, and another dog is chosen that will replace the dog. i'm trying to read consciously, but maybe there's a parasite in my brain. also the moon.
Friday, May 29, 2026
In our time, a culture of power is taking hold, in which the availability of resources and the ability to dominate tend to dictate the agenda and criteria for decision-making. In this way, the common good of humanity is relegated to the background and the concrete tragedy of peoples at war is reduced to a secondary consideration in relation to strategic interests. This culture of power infiltrates society, changes relationships and behaviors, and grows by normalizing war, pursuing ever-greater military power, taking advantage of the crisis of multilateralism and fueling a false realism that insists that there is no alternative.
Pope Leo
Thursday, May 28, 2026
Underlying narratives.
Our relationship with life seems to be in crisis today. Everything that appears as a “limit” — incapacity, illness, old age, suffering, vulnerability — tends to be seen primarily as a defect to be corrected, rather than as a reality through which our humanity matures and opens itself to relationship.
Pope Leo
-I like this Pope. I'm proud he's from Chicago. Chicago also was graced by the artist Pope L.
...intelligence, when absolutized, overshadows other essential dimensions of life, such as affection, the will, commitment and relationships. Similarly, technical power, if left unbalanced, does not make us more capable; it makes us more isolated and more vulnerable to being dominated and excluded. This critical point does not oppose intelligence, but serves as a reminder that when intelligence becomes self-referential, its true purpose of serving life and the human person is lost.
...the pervasive technocratic paradigm in which we are immersed, and that is amplified by the digital revolution and AI, threatens to normalize an anti-human vision. In that vision, the fullness of life is equated with having more, reducing weakness, eliminating uncertainty and exerting total control.
Wednesday, May 27, 2026
I've been gentrified
out of a few neighborhoods.
I hope we can stay here, despite the Obamachron.
I try to wait and see but you see I have a strange anxiety
in my insula, which seems to have been born in my brain.
It's reasonable given the circumstances.
All along we've been told change is for our own good,
oligarchy is actually democracy,
and a cruel optimism has taken hold of us.
Even genocide now they call democracy,
and we can't save our parks, nor our neighborhoods,
let alone the world.






















