3.06.2025

This sums up all the forethought that went into this apartment I'm renting. The sign is tacky enough, but the bottle opener, its central feature, has been removed, I assume by a feral tenant who couldn't be bothered by the inconvenience of having to walk over to the sign to open his beer. It should be noted that nothing is more than a three second walk from one end of this place to the other.

The miracle of finding a convenient grocery store. I wandered around with my basket dangling from my wrist, like Dorothy, gazing in astonishment at the shelves. Then I bought some yaourt and held it above my head in triumph on the street. I removed the lid and daubed out little blobs onto the foreheads of the devout. After a couple blocks of this I needed more yogurt but I was embarrassed to go back.

Tariffs are invisible and make the air heavy. I went out and walked around some more and discovered I'd looped back around to the first place I stayed six weeks ago, when I was sick and delirious and had no concept of the city beyond the frozen wasteland I glimpsed through the window. Threads connect with other threads. The mind map expands. These little puzzles, identifying them, solving them, all day until we sleep and then we work through the ones we haven't solved, all of that seems to me as significant as it always has and I think I need new problems to solve because the old ones are making me tired.