Last night when I was sitting in the park there was a black and white mouse running around in the planter. How appropriate.

It was scurrying around and wishing it had someone to be near. It did not. Neither do I. I relate to that mouse because I feel like I am running, direction less, wishing that I had someone who I could get close to. The fountain isn’t running, it isn’t on and it won’t be. Maybe it never will be.

There are park benches, four of them, with seating for two people, or four really skinny people… I’ve never seen more than one person sitting on any park bench, it is sad that they have never been used for their full purpose. Like so many things, really. They are used but not utilized. I want to see these park benches, one day, stuffed with 6-10 people a piece, sitting right on top of one another, all smiling and so pleased to not just be alive, but alive together.

How beautiful would that be? Yeah, fucking beautiful.

In other news, life is stressful. That is all, now your local weather.