i guess with bug i don't know, we start talking about riding the trains and then forced immigration and then palestine and we're orbiting earth while riding the red line train or sitting under the treehouse painting on the 15th floor of vista homes. i met him on the bridge to wooded island. he was was living underneath. i photographed his space before we met. i don't know his history. something prevents me asking too many questions. he's looking for a room, and says they ask too many questions. i'm curious but we always start out where we are and it becomes big picture, philosophical, while the pressing concern is where to sleep tonight. i think of bug. i don't know.