think I a little about the things identified to the north, north of the border, and if to note them. A crescendo of ugliness and embarrassment, or just a continuation. I guess I… don’t want to talk about it. My activities are not a prescription, or even a statement. I have maybe some decades left in this incredibly dangerous dream. I don’t want to spend them attending to ugliness. I don’t want to be a hero, particularly. By definition, nothing’s more dangerous than to be a complex nervous system. Penalty is the point, one of its main points. Keep on the sunny side. Heh, I’m glad I don’t have a hip hop empire. I was a free man in paris. They say it’s safest to be busy. I’m not sure.