OCTA 721

I was the only person on the 721 bus to Downtown today. Normally I might fall asleep with my arms around my satchel, so that it doesn't get ripped off. Today, alone on the bus, I dozed with my bag 5 feet away from me.

As the bus slowed down at the north end of the 110 freeway, I chatted with the driver. He lives in Riverside because he can't afford Los Angeles. I live in Los Angeles because I can't afford Orange County. Both of us displaced from our spiritual homes because of a strange property market. He talked about escaping the state, maybe to Arizona.

He let me off at Venice, and I pedaled back to Crenshaw. I raced, trying to beat the setting of the sun.

Status

I despair. Nothing will ever change. Nothing will ever get better.

There is no future.

Every day is the same.

Somebody needs to do the dishes.