there was a miniature shinto temple by the train track wall, and i wonder for who and how it works, there was a stop displacement sign in the train arcade, also a stop cop city sign, then, with the utmost audacity in the forsaken city, there was the obamachron. i don't know if anything can be stopped but i swear i'll never set foot in the obamachron.

 displacement by obama.

 

the midway moue.

 what? i'm talking to penny lu. what? i'm talking to juju. oh, pardon. oh pardon me.

 lulu and i went to see about the apricot tree. nothing, the fruit still green and sparse, hard to see. the kid fountain is dry and may be cracked. it's getting hot falulu. i asked an officer parked by the midway if he heard anything about gunshots last night. nothing on the log. we had a pleasant conversation about the normalization of violence in our consciousness and agreed it shouldn't and didn't have to be this way and how dogs make us feel safer and more a part of things.

and another thing that's been normalized, the privatization of the park and everything.

 i am not so happy about the situation.