Reminder:

love the elephants. it is a great evil of the world that the elephant should be siezed upon, distorted, and sullied by the american republican party. i will never forgive them for it.

elephants cry. they mourn their dead. when they come across the bones of an elephant they knew, they embrace the bones and hold them in their trunks, remember who that individual was, and cry.

and the elephants hear with their feet, as well as their wonderful flapping ears. they sense the vibrations. the whole herd will hear a warning, turn to face the source, and lift a front leg, awaiting further emanations.

it is on my list of things to do to write a story about the elephants who hear with their feet and remember their dead. to chronicle their lives as they trudge through the dust and live in the twilight time where magic coincides with real life.

why am i in architecture school?