Escape from squirrel island

Renunciate exile islands of life divided by information

Highway my squirrel scraping the ground for sustenance the feminist podcast says

The body knows the squirrel will leave a barren patch it will move on it's about survival so why do I scurry and scuttle as it is getting darker fattening on sudden images of you on old songs old lovers in a dangerous time old longings old regrets old Lang syne the end of the year the end of the world? the dawn of my fiftieth winter you would think I would know better you would think have learned something by now .....