i had a last minute night walk with opal. things in the hood be different at night. at the first corner, the vacant international house dog yard a chaos of barking erupts. opal's a fire opal i guess, nails sparking the sidewalk, veering left and right. she was calm when i arrived once she knew who i was, and she kissed me on the cheek, smelling of calming patchouli. but there's a jangly vibration to the microcosmic night, and i feel it through the rope leash. i end up back in the bike room looking down on the obamachronic night which feels so unreal.