Last days in Estonia. I ride in circles, drink 2.5% fat milk, speak gutter russian in the market, and saw stolen wood to make kitchen tables. I must look older now. Bad water. lead paint, and nuclear builidings for paint studios. t's a fact. Going home to an empty nest. Divided lines. The midwest seems homebase at the moment. Personal mementos, treasures like a pocketful of composted receipts. Or jesus wearing a Che Guevera t-shirt on Easter. The ascension. now that's a big bang. Tupac can smoke the dust off that.