March 23, 2020

12:29pm, Behind 405 E. Oliver Street, Baltimore, MD

Don't think that was good at all. About to go home for who knows how long. I'm frustrated and I feel helpless. Not going to be able to work really much at all. Didn't use a prompt. I want y'all to see my frustration and it's physical implications. Will likely go home, eat food, make more masks, and dance again but inside. This site isn't public. I'm on private property. My body wants to collapse but the environment is not prepared for receiving me. I'm afraid I'm going to get hassled on my walk home by a cop. I'm going home now. Fuck. Day eighty-three.