952am-1035pm, 5/19/12

bus-reliance is pretty satisfying, at least in the morning. "early" (before 10am) forays into the outside world always surprise me- such shiny functional layers to the universe! people scrubbed and ponytailed and, like, JOGGING. the buses don't have that funky end-of-day patina; their windows aren't cauled with the headprints from nappers, there's no weird crunchy shit on the floor, people haven't been AWAKE long enough to get grimy and flawed. the morning is a fucking beautiful, optimistic thing.

...and then work...

ten hours later. Saturday night. the street fair in the very hood I have to change buses in. inebriated CHILDREN from another decade, another climate... I was wearing a sweater and fucking gloves, and they were in midriff tips and shorts, laughing silently to my headphones' soundtrack. I think blur was involved.
my new neighborhood always, ALWAYS has pedestrians. people alone and in groups, riffling through trash cans and smoking cigarettes and trying to walk in heels and holding hands and buying fruit and about to work the night shifts and sitting on benches. at this hour, in the close proximity of the sidewalk, most of them say hi back.
the pictures (random order, not my fault): 65th & 15th, at the 15th & 43rd bus stop (headphones!), the towers I live under, strawberries make your fingers smell awesome, the tombs, the kitchen that's so small it should be called a ktchn.
read the other day: "weird enough to be called weird by the weird."