30: Losses restored?
Often there’s a new plot — I think on you (dear friend) — those words we had or didn’t have were consequences. The milieu bad. Bad as in cancelled woe, since we know enmeshed values constitute remembrance of things past wastes of time.

Yet I take liberties moaning now, bubble footed in dark briefs. I have a dream of fair housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... Our sorrows end. Some of us are going there after work. I’ll pay as before. Would you like to come?