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not sure when the fog lifted, or where it settled. sat with a bunch of hipsters all day today, listening to some tunes. been doing a lot of walking lately. can't make myself sit still. the streets out here seem narrower than they used to, or maybe i just feel wider. my eyes get stuck on my laces while i am walking. i find myself in a different city each time i bother glancing up. it is the usual urban hike, but i know the bay so well that i 've stopped watching where i am going. it's like my sense of intuition steers while my eyes hold my laces in place. plus, i lost my glasses somewhere along the way of the weekend, so the movie projects itself to me as a swirl of color. i know that my ducks are all lined up in a row, despite the fact that i cannot see them. i want to find my way back to the chaos that they flew out of; some things never change. ran into a boy at the grocery store on my way "home" tonight, where we made some sentences out of alphabet soup. i typically have a preference for raman. truth is, i haven't had much of an appetite these days. you get one case of food poisonning, and you put yourself on a liquid diet. meanwhile, a biscuit tossing party, the taste of something delightful, and the alley bar made last night a little hazy. memories: getting dropped off in a VW Thing, walking off with a green scarf, and leaving Tyrone outside of the Grand Lake Theatre. we also scared the pigeons away by hooting and waving around a fake owl...or was that the night before?