I went out for lunch in Brooklyn and there were kids in the restaurant, and I don't like the way children sound. I know this is impolitic and children are our future and when I have children I'll understand but go fuck yourself and if I really want to go somewhere to hear overwrought, relentless whining and screeching, there's opera.

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This is besides the point, because as I rotated my feet along the linear path (and if you put a bright dot on a joggers shoe and took a time lapse photo she would be seen to sail along a sort of angled sine wave; there waves everywhere, wheels and waves, oscillations and ups, downs - just a note; I was not jogging).

This was my mind as I looked about me, and about me there were apartment buildings; if there aren't offices there are apartments; if there aren't apartments you're in a park or under a bridge or in Queens, where things have been done up strangely.