083013 #treefrog 042710. I am green and loaming. I am in a strange trench. I am in the prime of my middle age, but I am not doing so well, mister Whitman. However, i am not hopeless. I feel alive. And sort of dead. But mostly alive. The asphalt under my feet glows nude and hot. The strange, hot children in this hades I diurnally inhabit give off symbols, cants, and messages from another era: now. Because this is a war, they are real people, unlike any i have ever created before. The stakes are high as Life, and i couldn't care less on purpose. But where one goes on accident--