most of the time we don't know the story and we want to know or we don't want to know. i'm curious, i want to know. i wanted to know the story of the fellow who constructed this shelter. he left, closed it as though he was coming back, but each time i pass it feels more abandoned. i wonder what happened to the woman who was shot on the corner, and i know i probably won't know, i'll just wonder and then the next thing will happen and no one will know or say what they know but people will want more security and people will fear walking out and we'll never know. what we know in our hearts is something unsettling is progressing, we don't know why or where it's leading but we feel we're on a trajectory.