i was walking around another mid-america shopping center with a collection of faces i've met before. mostly men. there wasn't a single conversation that seemed to include myself despite my speaking. i confessed at some point that i should keep playing the guitar and not tell anyone i do anymore. just post it online silently and no one respond. i felt free from that and got angry as they spoke so i ran.

i followed this young asian woman with a tomboy look onto this construction site. we did not exchange words. it was makeshift machine that does not exist. she was behind the wheel and i planted my combat boots on the left and the right behind while i sat on the ledge of what i consider a ledge or a bumper. she began to derby with a forklift driven by another girl. everyone finally payed attention. but it was clear this woman and i are now in love. it is over.