chiara, sara and mister. we meet at pebble beach. we talk of various corruptions 
and encroachments in the city, and how the local reflects the world. meanwhile 
the encroachment immediately next door to sara goes on, for there is no time 
for some of the most local ones. we are spread too thin in the time of occupation and encroachment, and surely that's crucial to the masters' plans. we must choose the one that reflects our all. 
on the ramp of spider bridge a big boy on a funny little motorized clown scooter with music heads right at us and i stay in my lane and silently make him stop then go around. sara says, you're mellowing, and i say, you would not have said so yesterday, when i screamed in an autopilot's window fuck you, fuck you! but i said, i think i am mellowing some, i often just smile and shake my head at human folly, and i'm feeling more maternal and pacific now pushing mister in his cherriot. it's hard to be confrontational with a stroller.