March 5, 2024:
Tina Tats with long yellow braid, changes her mind, changes direction, walks past me and back, smiling and walking. Althusser would call this a missed encounter.
Houses on the hilltop. I had a roommate from there, years before the trolley existed. Entitled to other people's money, as it turned out. And their Beatles picture singles.
Condos condos condos. I remark them every time. Condos where there once were canyons, or hillsides. They didn't make the roads any wider, nor the sewer lines. Nowadays the people live in condos, work in biotech. Nowadays I'm not that far removed.