i saw ace, the cyclist who was struck down yesterday, walking this morning in the same fatigues he wore yesterday, seemingly unscathed. he was carrying a welder's mask and we wondered if he's an artist. i'll ask him. he must have gone into shock and come out again. 

post dat. sarah knows ace and he is an artist, a sculptor. i'm often amazed at the ordinary uncanny spontaneous and extended transactions in the neighborhood. we may see people for years without speaking, and then something clicks into place, and aha.