Afternoon Walk

not accurate to say that I’m irritated and leave it just at that. after this weekend I’m feeling tired feeling the need to move slow, slower than slow. when I go out on my lunch break I walk west and keep going a ways turn off into the brush looking for a park knowing this to be fruitless since last time a lady called the cops on me, a suspicious bearded character getting ready to set fire to all the houses. inaccurate or not quite there, this little swath of time, trying. journal entry Terra terrorism post modernism.