we're guided by something human that's perhaps akin to birds following migratory paths for generations and responding to continual environmental degradation and alteration erosion and change. i thought sam might disappear sometime, i thought i'd see sam again, wondering where as i don't pass his bench in harold park twice a day with mister any more. walking bear home i see a ghostly house with long grass and boarded windows and an open door so i go up and peak in and then walk through the gangway to the alley where i see sam. i pass him once and he doesn't look up and i think well i've seen him, then i turn around and take a picture, then i turn back and say hello, sam, and his eyes light in recognition and it's sure good to see him. bear ignores him and lays down to eat a stick. so comfortable in an alley in pandemic america aka turtle island before white supremacists came and killed the natives and brought environmental destruction and slavery.