Another late night, drinking, reading, watching the moon pass behind clouds.

Hazy morning, outside & in, Peretz desperately wanted out, warm sun, cool breezes. Going to be another scorcher, I gather.

Need to drive up to Greenfield for work in a bit, try a little network trickery.

It's easy to be very open when nobody really gets what you're saying. Desperate play, echoes from funny corners, secret networks atop the public network. Thought you got it, stupid of me. Red planet take me home.

At the end of Moravagine, Moravagine, killer of women, travels to Mars. On Mars they have only one word for everything, 'kay-ray-kuh-ko-kex' - an onomatopoeia, supposedly.

Erinnerung, ring around the rosie, memento mori.