| The day started
with a laugh--these google eyed exponents of the
total surveillance state.
I was driving Sarah to Kareem's
metal shop where they'd spend the day fabricating
a rebar armature for a sculpture. Then, painting a
door in West Seattle, the pod people came to haul
someone's shit off in an
elaborate process. Later, we walked 1.5
miles to Pipsqueak,
on the way, picked up an anti-space travel 'zine &
caught a ride in a '65
Mustang to the Neighbor Lady, bar whose name
Blackburn misremembered as the Southern
Duchess. We debated purity vs. practicality.
When we got home, Miso was outside.