should I call it year zero now that we’ve severed the limbs of les miserables? I will call it zero year counting to 2012 and beyond. Last time in union square it was buzzing with humans. Sun worshippers of nyc. I fitted in and stared out on the age. What we find here will be tagged for the futureheads. Semester is a wrap. I begin my quest to describe the ungrasping. Feed me words, feed me divine. I was extracted from time for this.