a page in the book i just finished said, "good things will grow from your confused corpse. that's how it works. and i will appreciate whatever comes out of that hallowed ground and aspire to a resemblance. because there is time for love and nothing is complicated in this simple moment of acknowledgment." i won't attempt a book report but i enjoyed axis of praxis for moments like this. here's "linne" by s. tokumaru. going camping!