this looping and relational scaffolding of recursive thought and action doesn't feel new to me at all. it feels like what I and all mothers have always done, returning & returning & returning, metabolizing as we go. there is no strict static object named "household" even if the economy depends on its stasis. Raising humans and holding families and communities together requires the ability to think in motion, always. this is how the world keeps becoming, even in the midst of all this collapse, even when there is no single truth.