mute boy holiday by the sea. on the way to the sea i saw a man by stony island avenue raking the grass on the median.  he has a vehicle, a shopping cart, water, all his toiletries arrayed on a park bench, a broom to sweep the side walk, making homelessness almost homey.

the feeling from childhood, making forts, temporary spaces, comforting, places of our own, where the adults have no control, where we are free, until we return home and can be moved without our wishing, again.