In my running clothes, I walked.
Thought much of characters on social media: “they were the characters of whom I was the play.”
I read a long poem.
Avoided my neighbors as they worked on their yard but not as they stepped from their car. But again I avoided them when I chanced on them stepping out of their house.
I thought of business, cats, weather, others. I didn’t think of anything I’d consider deep or advanced. I’d had no inspirations this day or this week, except as regarded various sociological changes.
“A person doesn’t care,” I saw this and that person attesting, “a person doesn’t care,” of which the obverse I knew was, “a person minds his own business.”
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