it feels like i'm going to break down, like i felt so many times before, 

but this time it feels like everything is breaking. there's a kid on 

instagram that showed a graveyard and said he was sick and an addict 

and needs help. is someone going to help? i don't even know who he is or 

why i'm on his page. his tag is livingasanobody. i can't think what i 

would say to him now. i'll look again and see if anyone responded. what a 

drag if no one did. no one did. do you think it's an art project? i should 

say something. just to say i hear you, you're not nobody. i wanted to 

wheel the hater's shopping cart full of the kids black lives matter art 

back to the horseman monument. i could get a picture, but what would be 

the point. i suppose it's better just to record what happens, the little 

bits i can see. livingasanobody could be dead. i'm going to write him a 

note. i'm just assuming it's a him.