kumar said mister is still sad. kumar looked very sad, saying that. it's a sad fucking world, i said, we're all fucking sad. but look how happy mister is. kumar laughed. he looked so sad before. i think kumar is still sad. 

when i see kumar i feel a sadness and a cosmic squalor, he's such a sweet guy, on the other hand bad stuff always happens to him. i hate to say he's hapless or he means well, so i won't.
k. will admit he is shocked at what god is allowing to happen to him.

exiting the park a fellow said what an amazing dog mister is, and how he'd be devastated if anything were to happen to him. he looked down at kumar pulling at mister's back, he said what are you doing to mister? kumar seemed lost in thought, dogs aren't really my thing, he said. i explained he was from india where dogs were dirty untouchables, and how mister was trying to educate kumar, but it was a slow process. kumar looked rather blank.

kumar said he's a healer, like he'd just found out. i thought he already knew because he told me before, or maybe i just assumed. he says he's a target, he says he can change the weather.
can you make the winter mild, i said. i'm thinking about it, he said. i'm ambivalent about kumar. is that a bad thing? i like him. i'm glad to know him. i hope he doesn't mind me thinking aloud wondering who kumar might be.