i fouund section 23 today. it was righteous, and rich. or something. it was tiring. section 23 is a new to me part of a big cemetery i know not very well, but which has a huge quantity of sepulchral portraits that i will add to my collection at sepulchralportraits.com. those shots are hard to get, because the photos are at all different levels and orientations. the first time i discovered a big quantity of these photos i got really excited and spent hours out in the yard, assuming every acrobatic position necessary to get the shots lined up. man, i was sore for a week after that day. i won’t be as sore this time because i stopped before spending too much exertionalities. i really just wanted to find a trove of those pictures again, and i did, more or less where i expected to find them, and i took shots of a few dozen or more before noting where i left off and planning to resume the photo shoot on another day. i look forward to adding to my catalog of strangers. dead strangers.

there are probably a lot of sections like 23 at this cemetery, which is not entirely new to me, but it’s not been one of my favorites. not particularly beautiful, though today i noticed that the abundance of interesting fonts and languages on the stones was more interesting than i had noticed before.

all directionless,for the most part, but not uninteresting.

it’s just that i started feeling sick on the walk back. i even looked for a cab but could not find one in the asshole parts of Queens i passed through. i never take cabs, ever, but i really wanted one today. my back was hurting and i felt a little nauseous. i stopped to call from payphones along the way, to call myself and leave messages. today i had nothing of note to share with myself, except that i smelled like the earth, having not showered. i like smelling somewhat rugged and pungent, but not too extreme, and never among other human beings. i also like talking into payphones and trying to describe what they smell like. one recent payphone smelled like a mouth. another like a cigar. another like a burly mix of colognes and liquors.

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i took a couple of old hard drives to offsite storage today, not for the best reasons or at the best timing, but it was something to do at the start of a directionless, beautiful day. one of these drives is filled to capacity with scans from the old magazines project, scans which i backed up to the RAID but which are too gigormous to back up to the cloud. all my day to day stuff gets backed up to the cloud but the scans are too much for that. the other disc is a nearlyfailed drive with i/o errors.i copied everything there down to the RAID, and don’t care about it any more.

i called myself from a northern boulevard payphone to say that i wish i could back up my life.

at the storage place i noticed a super-skinny 20-something with what i assumed was his father, moving boxes and stuff from the trunk of a car. it looked like maybe the kid was moving to new york, or maybe moving out. then i saw some rock star types moving a bunch of audio gear out of a large storage garage. i guess that stuff has to get stored somewhere. then i got to my room and stashed the hard drives, and on the elevator down (which is supposed to be programmed to go directly to the 1st floor no matter what happens) i got stopped at the 3rd floor, where 2 young boys and their father got on, with an employee of the place. all of them looked at me like i was a stranger, wearing my sunglasses in the elevator, they must have had delusions of storage facility paranoia that i was a bad, bad man.

strangers pass like strangers at the storage facility.

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the area where the Flux Factory used to be looks like a bombing raid has been going on. it is going to be a transit facility, i think… amtrak or MTA, i don’t remember, but the work has gone on for years already. the years, they pass like strangers…