went to big marsh. on the road there people stood we wonder why and they shuffle aside for us to pass. they were watching drag racers. covidians. cracked desperadoes. on the trail hear squealing tires and roaring engines and smell burned rubber. frogs jumping into green marsh water. the cottonwood leaves sshhhh. the ground heat with rust iron tailings smell of tangy fetid iron breath. urban nature in industrial waste.
this nature, not so great, we hafta be grateful for, pockets of industrial nature where industry ends. 
i think my brain is overwrought and then what if i have a stroke. i'm too moody, too unstable, and i don't have my equilibrium. i feel vacant and painfully so.