Bit of a Stinktier apocalypse outside, whole neighborhood smells of skunk. Wandered pretty far afield with Peretz, watching the sky, kept passing through clouds of scent.

Perhaps they too are aroused by falling stars.

If I choose to take certain things as signs of a friendlier universe next door, where people are happier, where nobody gets tortured and ruined to the point where they feel that all they deserve is further torture and ruination, if I choose to do this- well, surely that's my prerogative.