christian and i sat around in dark last night and we thought about how much our dearly departed rozz would have loved that Body Worlds exhibit where the mad dr. gunther von hagens plastinated all those corpses. they looked like some of his artwork- all stretched thin and dry and untangled till the tearing looked like beauty undefined- .......... i'm thinking how he gave all the clamor up for awhile, realized he knew a lot of words but wished to exist in visual reality and staring into blackness failed to help at all. we all rest uneasily and silence becomes a wish that gets quite frantic. the gift we give him is the curious hope of something- be it the joy of laughing at each other in a darkened room.