people put bears in their windows and leave messages for others in chalk on sidewalks washed away each rain. we find lots of masks and gloves and other things dropped in unconscious haste. things i want to pick up are not safe, like this monkey lying on its face. now everything is filtered through the manifold uncertainty, the pandemic vision of things as they were—and are today. it's a morbid anxious cityscape for the denizens curtailed in place who can't escape to the country.