i was looking at the picture of little bear under the tracks on the stinky beige  shag by the burnt wall and i heard screeching train and ran to the fire escape thinking it was the same train that scraped the rails with sparks the other day. it was the same train but without sparks. maybe the only reason two things get connected ia happenstance sometimes. and looking connects things looking for connection. little bear by the burnt wall, the train sparking the rails, me rushing out to catch a fleeting image from the fire escape.

i was also seeking relief in somethings present for the relief of thinking of some things ghosting past.