Word of the day, Otiose. I didn't consciously pick it, it's algorithmic. To be honest I didn't even know what it means. Well, I did, impishly, subconsciously. 

 No, it's not your eyes—the message decays in the heat island haze as you try in vain to read.

It reflects his sensibilities well. The windows on the southwest corner are covered and blocked with his prefab concrete civil rights speech. Neoliberalism, private enterprise, classism, gentrification, entitlement, arrogant domination and disdain for the commons. It's a hubristic touristic simulacrum of the neoliberal empire in the park. I'm not letting it go. I'm getting used to it now.

 I talk to Maw about the saga going on at the place where she lives now and Maw says When this is all over I should write a book. You oughta start now I say. It's like Peyton Place I say, though I never watched it, and it's way different, but she got my drift and laughed, heh-heh, yes. It's not like a soap opera, that's a euphemism, but I wonder what's really happening there and how the world looks from inside Maw's head.

By the way, when I took this picture a fellow behind me said People are funny, and a girl laughed, and they may have been talking about me, and as I rode away I said, True that, people are funny.

 I was thinking about distraction and then I was thinking about ennui and then I forgot what I was going to say about distraction. This is where meditation with a cat may come in handy. It's all one, as Dr. Bronner used to say, back when I used his soap for everything.

 When I tell someone I have to go to a memorial and they don't ask who for, I don't get annoyed, I just get sad for them, that there's no room for even a simple response or even minimal curiosity. That kind of distraction is rife in our world today.

 Just when I wake up thinking Don't let it go, Don't give up, and thinking, Fill my heart with love, then the fear comes of the drones they use in Gaza being used here next. Pray for us all. Cats of peace.