Need something to sell.
Vineyard walk for lunch (eating PB&J now, 2 of 2 packed).
Wake up at 4 tomorrow or your GROUNDED!!!
Take pictures of random randomness; gems are in the unexpected and otherwise-ignored.
Material in everything, from this laptop’s mouse, to the pen, to the napkin atop which the PB&J sat… Everything.
Listen to what people say, trap their dialogue… “What the fuck…” just heard someone in the office say. Where it came from I don’t know, but it’s lunchtime, or close, and there’s an irritability in the air.
Find quiet, find alone, find your time.