dogless walk on sunday. i went by pebble beach but it was inhabited by unfriendlies. went on and should have walked my bike may have got a flat in the rear on the rubble. now there's a big erosion beach with chunks of building and road pavers and trash from the great chicago fire. it's a good place for endtimes archeologists. i found a petroglyph of a native and a gold watch chain. i explored the nooks and crannies like mister and me used to, but now they  changed, everything is shifting around, i look for him too. is he hereabout, where we always went, poking about like me, invisibly? he's in the way i see things now anyway. there may be nothing we can do about the global pandemic neoliberal coup.