today is windy up in the tower-house i work in. paloma's new name is rapunzel and even though she only has pixie hair, i still find the name fitting.
i just realized that i'm contributing to the sterile raising of a child who's contact is isolated to just three people (adults at that). everything she comes into contact with is completely germ-free. it's not right but it's also not for me to decide. i wish she could have more baby friends but this city is isolating, even to the tiniest of it's residents...


i've been listening to "the river" non-stop for the past couple of days. jeez, it's so well-written.

"and you don't want to hurt me,
but you don't want to need me.
so, how can you recieve me?"