i saw the happy couple on the elevator going down doing stretches in their pajamas. oh, i do that too, i said, though i haven't tried it in pajamas. i saw that somebody put the monkey chained to the roller postcard over biden's face, removing my fake red gerber daisy. i took the card and put the flower back over biden's mouth, and put the monkey card on the storm-displaced wreath for the czechoslovakian horseman martyr. at the farmer's market i saw another happy couple i had a disturbing conversation about genocide with some weeks ago. we kept it bland and civil of course but i felt them mentally leaning back from me.