Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Chip Chip Chip
That is the noise outside my window, loud enough to pierce through dreams. He's a cutie, but I think I'll stock some raisins to throw at him next time he wakes me up.
posted by Cyndy