I enjoy my lunchtime walks around the green flames of trees under a hopelessly blue sky. I am slowly learning the secret conspiracy language of flowers, insects, and birds. They happily proclaim that you people are doomed. Today, I watched a cult procession of surgeons and nurses march themselves into a shimmering patch of extinction somewhere between blacktop and sun. They thought they could drain the sky. You dumb fucking people can't drain the sky. I take comfort in the peace and quiet of haunted house land, wind blowing through the empty buildings. It will be dusk long before sundown.