on the way to the market i saw the sign and my stick flag still hung there and i felt and saw the blessed absence of police. i think this well-drawn message with my stick-tied flag is an amulet for their disappearance.

on the way to the market i enjoined my reflection with the blue dynamo with the melted door hatch and the primary colored pipes. 

at the market standing in line i saw contrary to what i thought i saw yesterday everyone seeming to wear masks except babies and dogs of which there were a lot barking (the babies were silent). i didn't want to take their picture — i wanted to make it, but i was seemingly discrete.

i bought bee pollen incense, beeswax candle, winter honey that froze and thawed over winter and is particular and might ferment over time, and purple asparagus, two loaves of seeded rye, and sour cherry jalapeño jam.

i did good. i might be difficult, but i'm ahright.