Slice

 

Slice of PDX life. Went for a walk around the park and saw a dead crow, flies there too but not smelly yet. Got philosophy books! on Freedom and Purpose (Catholic Christian perspective) and The Passion of Michel Foucault by James Miller from a free library. Saw teen white boys playing baseball, and crowds of parents and fans watching. Saw a long line of glistening newer cars parked nearby. Huge four-door black Ford truck with blue lives matter sticker. More Fords, Lexus, Mercedes. The usual subarus but cleaner than the park average.

Home alone now. Finally. This is the thing that I need more than anything. Time. Quiet. Alone.