After this picture we went in the dog yard, and then poor Lulu was hounded by flies for blocks til I found a good weed to brush them off. It's just heat and flies, but there's so much beyond this. In what kind of world can a voracious and heartless empire such as this exist? Not this world, and we can't get off. We're here for the wild ride, and we're not moving. In the empire of radical hate we're here for the other us, in the secret precious wilds of radical love.