Trackway and Camp and City lost, Salt Marsh where now is corn

[sovay]

Last night was not quite as successful on the sleep front, owing mostly to the cutting down and woodchipping of a tree across the street which woke both me and spatch and panicked both the cats; I fell back asleep afterward and had a classic anxiety dream of being expected to perform in the chorus of a concert for which I had never been given the music, only a lyric sheet, at which I was criticized for not being able to keep up. I miss the tree across the road already. I think it had mostly died, but it had branches and leaves and it cast a shadow. Bright-smashed with sunlight, that patch of sidewalk looks a lot more unforgiving now.

Rutger Hauer has died. I saw him first—and for years, only—in Blade Runner (1982), so he always had that more-human-than-human quality for me. I'll have to find something different to watch for his memory.

I am aware that the Mueller testimony is going on. I hope something effective comes of it. I do not want to become fatalistic, because that makes me useless, but the decks feel so stacked.

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[sovay]

Where are you buying yours these days when you can get it? Is it on the fucking ration and no one told me? Can I trade on the black market?

I don't know! I think it literally fell off the back of the truck during the heat wave. I'm a little worried it's some byproduct of angry sleep deprivation, which is not actually how I want to make all my art.

(I came here to say I was sorry for your shade tree, and I am. But also. Ugh.)

(Thank you. I wish I'd gotten the license plate of the truck. I like when you write. Two sentences is better than none.)

Also, I didn't hit any bunheads with my cane this morning. That ought to be worth hard currency. They were in the access seats.

. . . Did you get them out of the access seats, which you and your cane need?