I was walking the circle down below all night with AI Obama for hire. R. says you gotta get your mind on something else, but I wasn't even thinking about Obama or the Obamachron yesterday. I think in the dream you could hire the real one or the AI one, but the AI one was much cheaper, and there was no perceivable difference. We watched a film, True North, Canadian Myths and Black Power. Then ten mins of a stupid flick about a couple chuckleheads in the Michigan woods whacking trees and lighting masses of black snake fireworks and chugging Jaëgermeister.  The air is smoke even in the air conditioned room from Canadian wildfires. I tell R. we are fucked, she knows. I tell Olive, she meows. I wake up thinking of that nightlong dream, the concrete circle with the black plastic chain fence around it, protecting the green sod circle from the feet of the faithful. Green but sad and empty, breathing in the wildfire smoke, oxygen defeat in a circle in purgatory.