evil lurks among us. it's a lovely summer day.

 i will never understand the military industrial complex. what a stupid way to (dis)organize a world.

juju's back (in the bathtub). r. said it's sad as he's so bony but i think he's happy in there. i reckon juju's in better shape than biden time.

 

 as we are forced to acknowledge our impotence, our inability to freely choose the context in which we live, a sense of frustration is spreading and nurturing a cultural wave of rage, desperation and aggressiveness.

franco 'bifo' berardi, the third unconscious, on the threshold, freedom and potency

now i'm reading the third unconscious. it's some heady stuff. the unconscious is not the crawlspace of consciousness, or maybe it is, that used to be our playroom, our favorite part of the house as kids. that's where it's still happening, down where we live.

 i got the pictures from my flip phone which maintain the swamp is indeed for the moment alive with cattails and rabbits springing. it wants to be a true swamp independent of the leaky pipe. we've seen dramatic change in this place; first they dumped rip rock, then concrete blobs, then a bomb cyclone knocked down the trees, and then to add insult, they tried to eradicate the swamp, but nature laughs last. 

 true that mister john.