this week i

pluck the fruits of industrial revolution in my every moment.  now we know what humans argue about when no longer wanting of food and shelter.

wonder if humanity's environmental impact softens if we seven billion condense ourselves into seven thousand cities of one million inhabitants?

read through, then throw out.  my mother never discarded anything.

spent saturday night calculating prescription drug benefits adrift in the sea breeze of my balcony listening to familiar songs from unfamiliar voices..
..beautiful creations of nature and of humans come with the same rarity, perhaps because we are one and the same.