and no, it’s not, not at all

while one might be talking of wars; and huge catastrophes pending; and the pushing bluelines of social upheaval; or whatever you want, to the same journalism effect;

instead: this short post made me g’damn sad; and i remembered walking Lupa, not even five years old and destroyed by distemper, to the vet; the ugly feeling of dispossession in not being able to bury her properly because of possible health hazards, incinerator mafia; the buried vial, the signed papers;

the outward shoggoth munching spiral afterwards, still spinning as of today;