at a certain moment, i got antsy and started taking pictures, and listening distractedly, 
a po-po drove by and as k. was giving his website address, we scooted. 

i told r. about it and she said i don't have the mental space for that kind of thing. i felt embarrassed and stupid for putting my brain to the task of processing these kind of encounters and cogitations found on my walks. i do have a rather flighty mind, 
and i don't know if i can process what i can't understand, and maybe i should just walk on, and set my brain to more healthy ruminations. but things occur as they do; i'm by turn fascinated and repelled. when i was tenatively relating this meeting i laughed nervously. it wasn't funny. yet it was, in a queasy way, it was surreally real. so i won't talk about it before i let it settle a while, and say what i want to say here. 

i don't know what i want to say. i say it here, because this is my here, i say it anyway.

now r. reminds me d.t. actually was a democrat, though that does not imply a nice guy. and i have repeatedly had the eerie and distinct feeling that the trump was actually a host body to an alien force, possessed by the evil genie of end-game capitalism. or some such nonsense, who the hell knows. alls i know is like the presidential golem said, we are in the post truth era, we are the denizens of america, the trumped.