August 15, 2020

6:10pm, Clay Street and N Howard Street, Baltimore, MD

Another site near food pick up. It reeks of urine and there's a pile of excrement in the corner. I've been slow to realize how much I seem to stay in "nicer" areas. What is this a function of? Comfort? I know that I don't belong everywhere. This site feels like it belongs to no one. Nothing really belongs to anyone in the grand scheme. I am noticing much less reactive gestures when people pass by or are near. I am grateful for the overcast and cooler weather today. I have tiny grass cuts on my back from yesterday that feel irritated by sweat. Can't say I feel awesome about the dancing but that is more a recognition than a judgement. Day two hundred twenty-eight.