2.24.2025

In this one I'm in Montreal.

I am interested in the science around staring furiously at snow through a window willing it to melt.

Can read and understand the language pretty well but still timid about speaking. I fear the consequences. I fear if I ask where the hardware store is I will tell someone to fart on me.

Hard up for companionship I crumbled up some old crackers I think were exposed to ants and tossed them out the backdoor onto the snow drift that covers what the pictures tell me is a little yard out there. Then I watched, like a hunter waiting for prey to spring his trap. A pair of sparrows flew down, pecked at the crumbs, conversed about which ones they wanted, and took off. They still haven't come back and I am hurt and offended. Come get your crackeures you ingrates.

Plane on a southward trajectory toward the States. Don't do it! I shout. You all ignore me at your peril.