6 Jan 2022

Walking through the park in anticipation: of what? A test for a virus that lurks, a mood neither good nor bad but restless. Living in New York I am enamored with trash — it is ever-present, maybe dangerous. We have to face it. Here I feel less stable but also less delusional.

A pile of brown yard waste bags lying on the sidewalk of a park, complemented by two clear trash bags with a few pieces of plastic garbage surrounding them.

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