i can't make a whole story of it but anyway i dropped off the movie mr. klein, (amazing, like zone of interest, as relevant as ever), and the book lobbying for zionism on both sides of the atlantic, (i read the beginning, we're living the end), i noticed the engine house of the silver spray shipwreck peeking above the water again, two spaniels barked at me on pebble beach and the human looked mildly wary with a faint smile behind her eyes, and i rode to the point and did a shadow picture with peace sign and then noticed a bare little tree giving the peace sign back to me, and then i sat on the limestone wall in the warm lowering sun and a dude with a cute dog came by and i noticed in the photo he's wearing a hoodie reading america, whoopin' ass & preserving freedom with a skull tattoo on his forearm. i wish he would have jumped in the lake so i could sneak a peek at the rest of his whoop-ass tattoos. that's about it, that's my sunday, pretty much, in a paragraph.