I KEEP SEEING DEAD ANIMALS IN MY YARD. THE THING THAT FEELS SURPRISING IS NOT THE FACT THAT THEY’RE DEAD BUT THE FACT THAT NO OTHER ANIMALS HAVE COME TO EAT THEM. WERE THEY A LITTLE ROTTEN? DID THEY HAVE A LITTLE B.O? A LOW LEVEL OF SCRUMPTIOUSNESS FEELS LIKE AN UNLIKELY CULPRIT. I FEEL LIKE ITS GOTTA BE SOMETHING MORE SINISTER GOING ON. IT FEELS LIKE THERE’S A POIGNANT METAPHOR TO BE FOUND HERE RELEVANT TO EVERYTHING GOING ON.. SOMETHING ABOUT THE CYCLE OF LIFE/FOOD CHAIN FALLING OFF THE TRACK, DESCENDING INTO DISORDERED CHAOS, SUPERABUNDANT NOISE, A HODGEBODGE OF SMELLS AND SOUNDS AND FEELINGS, EVOLVING INTO A QUIVERING, STEAMING, TWITCHING MONSTER THAT SPITS OUT SMALL, DEAD ANIMALS THAT NO OTHER ANIMALS WILL EAT, NO MATTER HOW HUNGRY THEY ARE. BUT I CANT REALLY PLACE MY FINGER ON IT. I WONDER IF I SHOULD START NAMING THESE SMALL, DEAD ANIMALS.