i try to think what did i see today and i mostly forget or i can't recall, it was all solid but kind of dreamlike, that's it, it was like a solid dream. i'm surprised now i moved quickly, riding, even running with lulu— in my mind i see myself walking distracted with my head down avoiding people's eyes, walking on the verge while mister walked the sidewalk greeting everyone. 
i know i saw a racoon, but dead, i almost stopped to take a picture but my heart was sinking and i didn't want to see, i wanted to lift that racoon up saying please walk again. the pandemic traffic is light and the animals forget it's still the same old death threat. i said to myself the racoon will be gone, and was, or i had a blind spot where the racoon lay. the lay of the mind. seriously i could cry now thinking of the racoon. one time we had a racoon, and i feel sorry for that too, putting a racoon in a cage, trying to make a wild one our pet, it will never work the racoon said with a sharp bite, served us right, and won release. 
you can release some things, you can't when dead, it's necessity now.
it behooves us to release as many things as we can while we're alive. whatever you may feel about the nature of life, if you feel it, it's a drama. once you feel that you might feel release, because of the feeling of being alive. what a relief to wake up alive in this drama. this sad absurd sublime tender laughing surprise.