I brake for wildlife . . .

Tonight I observed a fox sculking through the 'green corridor' behind the apartment in the pale light of the neighbors' balcony. A horny frog peeps ardently from somewhere beyond. The moon and I have a ongoing conversation which is mediated through the clouds passing between.

I Love the old dominion in the springtime. I hate everything rational, right now: literally everything acres, hours, dollars, gallons, bits, bytes and bundles. This is how the Culture of Maximum Harm divides and conquers. It fosters the Illusion of Separation and everything suffers.

I can't sleep. I had a the best interview today. I have choices ahead of me . . . I have decisions to make. Does anyone know the difference?