August 21, 2020

5:22pm, Pleasant Place and W 38th Street, Baltimore, MD

I'm being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Even while dancing they swarmed me like vultures on a carcass. I've got summer legs. Hot with bug bites, scrapes, and bruises. This site is truly tucked away. I followed my curiosity down an alley street and here it was. Lush and overgrown. Burnt out houses in the background. I see a pile of refuse as I enter the frame. Various shoes indicating different people and different directions. I have to move around as I write. I am flesh and they are hunters. Smacking myself; I clapped my hands trying to kill a single mosquito. No more. My legs are on fire. Day two hundred thirty-four.