The ferries were behind. When I met up with my friend, we had 30 mins to see each other. I felt we packed a lot in but i was hoping for the couple hours we anticipated. The camera shop was closed too, sort of a botched trip across the sound from the peninsula. But I had a great hike. I need to find a new place.

Someone I know texted me saying we aren’t friends anymore and I am relieved. I want more explanation, but we weren’t what I considered close yet. They generally gave me a feeling of subtle duress to force intimacy out of me whenever we were hanging out or interacting, conscripted into closeness.

It’d be fun to have my zune back

My uncle said that his friend had a large pond in his backyard where a 14ft alligator lived who he would feed whole raw chickens occasionally. One day he was out in his backyard and had a heart attack (died) When people came looking for him, they found that the alligator pulled him into the pond and ate him.

I spent a lot of time following the tracks in the sand until their end or to a point where I lost their trail and could not find them. Images of the persons and their vague narratives came to mind when I looked over the footsteps quickly. I like to look at clouds this way too, looking all around it quickly I feel it’s bigness more.