poop diary, moonday april 20, 2020, d.c. i forgot my memory card today and felt bereft for a while but then i thought it's kind of nice not thinking in pictures all the time, then a moment later realized i was taking pictures in my mind, without a memory card. i still have some internal memory left. i can't download. on the way home i see a park district sign on the park bench by seenmr.'s tag threatening a 500 bone fine for picking flowers when the park district mows them down by the hundreds. if only they could collect those fines, they could plant a lot of flowers and trees.
i can't imagine, after seven months of winter, being sheltered in place for the few sweet months of fair weather with light traffic and few airplanes and myriad birds in clear skies except for the dirty essential industry. i can't imagine what we're living through. of course there is no need to imagine it, we just need to live in it, yet we do need to imagine it too, because of the impossible unimaginable nature of it. 
i feel sad and gross and old and dumb. nothing makes sense in me.