till now.
yesterday, fall, finally.
took a walk to trade some dvds in.
headphones playing 'bitte orca' by the dirty projectors.
thoughts of ingmar bergman controlling the lighting for his interview, suggesting he interview the interviewer instead.
bright blue sky. breeze.
to walk with hands in pockets, or swinging free? a little of both.
tromped across a grassy field.
on the way back, a poor woman collecting fallen pecans.
following the brackenridge park train tracks to mulberry.
as the train passed, waving to the few kids inside.
a dog hanging out by the river.
two guys fishing.
one of those empty lots with a concrete foundation in it. did a house used to be there? did they pour the foundation and run out of money? would be a good place to shoot a music video.
passing firetruck.
boyfriend calls. "where are you?"
walking home. almost home.
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