one birder was at choir. two birders was in cali. one birder was with a stranger's dog. and mister and me was in a lonely blissful state of calm suspension, dreaming the shorelines of the lagoon. even a wasteland can be a wonderland if you are keenly absorbed in looking. 
i found a turtle shell and some fragments for r. 
then i got a response from ape troff. man that alexis petroff is a snore. well, i suppose he's just in his own head which is probably fascinating from the inside. but from the outside i find alexis petroff, the button-crusted mailbox, more intriguing, more engaging. ape troff seems to be in a precious art zone beyond natural curiosity.
there's a lot of people and things i'm not curious about either, like the antics of power or cool people like johnny, they might rankle me though. but what sticks out yet doesn't engage will do that to me. i never was cool nor a joiner. i cared too much about what the cool people thought, and i still got a wrestle wit that.

ah me.