Out walking again. I slept past 2, did not really get going until after 3. Just wanted some Sun, although when I woke up I figured I would not even leave the apartment. But suddenly restless though. Just bumped into a friend from my so-called regular bar, I asked if he still goes there he says no not much. I said yeah, me neither. Different reasons I guess. He said he was trying to not drink so much.
Feeling all kinds of depressed these days. Thinking again about calling one of those support hotlines. Had an idea to get on a bus and go to Ozone Park. No damn reason except that I’ve never been there and it looked nice on street view.
Standing in a parking lot now. Outside Food Bazaar. Windy as hell. Ironically there is a ice blasting truck parked nearby. Reason I am standing here is there is a function outside the clothing donation bin, & I am slightly curious to poke through it but there are a couple of dudes doing that right now. So I don’t want to intrude on their scavenging. Was just recording video and audio of Northern Boulevard because I woke up early this morning feeling like the sound of our civilization is the one thing that will be easiest to forget or to disregard. I have thought this for a long time, but tuned into a website which has that æsthetic, but which has not updated anything for years. They have collected arbitrary recordings of the sound space of places all over the world.
