when i go out alone and without a dog subject i see different things. when i walked with mister on saturday i had the same feeling i had no schedule and nowhere else to be. when i saw the sea captain's cap i thought this would be going on mister's head just now and i nudged it into a crack with my foot. i was on the pier with many gulls and one cormorant and looked south to the beach and thought there's something for me there to find, i was thinking of a dice, or die, and couldn't remember which was singular, but that's where i found several with mister. i didn't find any. a fellow walked a couple steps perpendicular in front of me and found a dollar bill, but that wasn't for me. i only found some photographs, and left the rest. at one point, where a tree fell and bent the fence of the driving range making a green hut i went inside and looked up through like through a photograph of leaves i made some time ago but now and 3d and said thank god but in my mind god was mister if i could picture god, like mister with the leaf patterned sunlight on his face, smiling down the way he smiled up at me. on darrow bridge i lay down and took a selfie of me with ghost and the upside down circle anarchy and thought i have to look that up, is it anarchist ghost, anarchist distressed? i thought again how we're already our own ghost, and the body with tired mind and feet is walking host.