During this pandemic I feel the need to live the zen life, to leave little trace of my existence, ah the fingers are flowing now. This is good.  

Why must I post to validate myself? I don’t. Old live Charlie Parker playing right now. Perhaps this is what I need to spill the unending thoughts into the garbage/recycle bin. A man walking towards me along the Avenue. Can he see me?

I do not want to influence anyone. I want to love everyone. Now I must vacuum the stairs. But right after I mention the podcast that started so promising but ended up being an invasion for all to see. I don’t want that. I want this.

A man on a bicycle in a camouflage trench coat and backpack.

Local, local, all is local.

Been thinking about Russian writers and I sort of want to emulate them. Just spill it out, sometimes funny, sometimes tragic, but filled with emotion; Dostoyevsky.

Another man with a camouflage jacket walking down the Avenue, from what is now Zenteno’s convenience store; formerly Schmidty’s.