at the coalface of existential dread”, yeh, which is how First Dog on the Moon describes climate scientists, or did on June 12, 2026.  The coalface of existential dread or the existential dread

that accompanies the cagefight birthday antics of Dear Leader’s dismantling of the so-called “free world”… well at least he’s created a nice algae sink in front of the Lincoln Memorial to go

with our late-blooming tamarisk which kicked in just as things were warming up

for more minimalist cuisine and though preparations are in place for the

next three sculptures there was still no Willey in sight…just as well as it got way too hot to

persevere.

Mid-June on the desert where

some people find muddy immersion the answer to every question.

The heat brought out Lee Saloutos, cruising for photos early and late – a night out on the Black Rock, another over on Jungo Flat and then south where things got too hazy, hot and dusty

to continue, so home to Reno while we stayed here, sheltering in place

though Wednesday I went to town to mail a card to an old friend in Oslo I’ve not heard from in

some time, cut back past us to Seth and Sonny’s where our mail had come to roost, had a good talk with Seth and then, back on the Smoke Creek Road, intersected Sonny on his way home

from Portola, then home myself to warm dinners out, hot in the house until early mornings

these last several days…late to sleep reading Alvaro Enrique’s “Now I Surrender” [“Ahora me rindo y eso es todo” in the original Spanish]. Go find it.