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…