Ah, yes! Feels so nice out here! The air is all cool and crisp. "Yo! Did you see that one…" I don't want to pay attention. I don't want to pay attention. "Ya, she was…" Those people across the street are so loud. Maybe that's just 'cause of how empty the streets are right now. Maybe they came from the bars or something. Don't want to pay attention…

Ey, that bus stop, though! All the trash coming out the can and the chain link fence bending downward between the posts. Let me just take a picture. Angle it this way and you can kinda see that guy searching the trash can way off in the distance.

This might be a cool painting. All the darkness and shadows and how they contrast with the warm yellow glow from the street lights. There's some graffiti on the ad display, expressing a harsh disagreement with a message that is no longer there. The sidewalk is all Cracked and jagged. The trash adds a lot of complex shapes and a variety of colors.

All this imperfection, impermanance, and persistance. And all the networks of people, supply chains, and resources that went into making the sidewalk or the bench or the bus stop or the bus. And all the people that benefit from these resources and services to go on to provide or create more resources and services for others.

"…and then this guy comes in out of nowhere with a camera and takes a picture!" "So RUDE!" "I know, right?" Wait- what? Are they talking about me? Wasn't paying atention… why did I hear that part? Did I do something wrong again? Was I not paying attention to where I was pointing the camera while looking at the pictures?

Oh no… I just know the memory of them talking about some rando with a camera is going to haunt me. Just like all those other thoughts. I keep trying to treat people better, to be a better person. Yet somehow I keep making the same mistakes… like when I… or that time when… why did I say it like that… could've been phrased better if I just…