|Roman Verotsko's "Cloud of Unknowing"|
Willow is on the second cushion of the cushion tree, staring at me.
Squirrel is in the bathroom doing water. I turn the faucet in the sink on a little and leave the room.
Willow has moved to the third tier. Regal Willow has lost interest in me.
I can tell you this. A tiny stream of water cascading from a faucet is crack to Squirrel. He will eventually saunter like a disaffected teen.
Oh, no. Willow repositioned. She's back to staring. All hail.
Everyone spends today in their own way. There is a list of the fallen so long reading it would consume civilization. Odd, as civilization usually consumes us.
We need a really new world order.
If today is about anything it is about that really new world order. Where is it? I'm tired of waiting for Heaven.