
A picture for dad and b. the kneeling wasp bows to the green lights.
this picture is an ode to how convuluted our lives can be. "mother should I trust the government?"

here's something dramatic. the future of our exsistence as a species pretty much depends on our ability to adapt to getting along with one another. it's quite possible that we are evolving in the opposite way. point being to not ever get along and recycle the planet. I'm not sure anyone knows. But how do we get along?

