at a not so noisy food court, queens center. walked here from astoria via woodside, discovering streets i’ve never been on before, making it a fruitful venture. feeling relatively reckless, by my standards. just pointing the camera at every goddam thing. i generally feel that people are looking at me — because of course they are, every last one of them — but today it doesnt seem to bother me. beautiful day, the clouds gave way to sun. i might head back soon though, need to do real work. rambled through some run down parts of Woodside. nobody much around. can’t understand why 69th street is so wide. landed on Broadway, feeling familiar though it must be several years since i was there last. a hilarious abandoned payphone outside a walgreen’s has been there since for freakin’ ever. once owned by a Rennis Communications, i think that’s what it said. also spotted a choice typo, which will go to my newly-crfted typos web site. mostly just grabbing pictures of the everyday, though. last time i was here at this food court i was warned not to take pictures of the payphones down here. an armed guard at the time inc. ditto center in the basement of rockefeller center had a similar vigilance conccerning a row of payphones that used to be nearby. photos of the payphones are verbotin, it seems, and i do no know why. reckless. there is that word again. i have to think about it any time i use it, repeating the same string of thoughts every time. judith exner in an interview with larry king described jack kennedy as “reckless”. i think that interview occurred whhen i was in college. i thought she meant WRECKLESS, and it puzzled me because it sounded like she was saying he was without wreck. alas, she meant RECKLESS to mean that he lacked reckoning, lacked recck. every single time i use that word i have to backtrack in my to explain to myself what the freakin’ words means and how its meaning guides its spelling. the GPS thing says i’ve walked 5.83 miles so far but i swear that thing cuts those miles short. i havee energy to just keep walking but feel like i should be at the desk, concentrating, getting my fucking shit back together again.  just saw someone walking past upstairs, when they stopped to look over the railing into this food court from the 1st floor. this is a mall where someone jumped from a higher floor, killing herself. couple of years ago, i think. that did not happen just now, though.