we will pay dearly for this civilization.

lulu, c'est moi.

lulu, the first lunation. she seems to be quickly evolving from a wild puppy into a thoughtful girl.

it's a wonder more of us aren't insane.

lulu. the sadness of a winter fountain.

i know it sounds a little like jealousy, like you can be annoyed and jealous both, right. and though i don't think i'm in the sailing class, sometimes i'd like to sail away, from this benighted place, from my inertia and my armchair anarchy.

then we met another grace.

you mean gracie.

yah, i mean another gracie.

her dad used to be an anarchist back when he was a nanny but then he got a dinghy and now he never talks about anarchy only sailing and when i lament about america i get no reply he just talks of the sea rather sadly as it's winter here in america mostly.