07.21.06 - 1:51 p.m.

I hung out with Bob and Lori at my ghost town of a school this morning, and talked travels, tress bridges, picking blueberries and daffodils, etc. It's a hot one, but old concrete hospitals never lose their cool, and the warmest things around were some echoes that sounded like smiles.

On the bus a woman with enormous lips seemed to be flapping her trap long after each word had already wriggled out. It was mesmerizing.

Also please note that today I reached the next level.

see< >saw

i whisper hello to everything