5/18

There was no chance to go down the tracks today. Daily life and all our projects are piling up to take over our life for this small moment. I want to go see if the rain left its trace, or rather if it washed away the traces I’ve been finding. Where are the bones, strewn down that path? Is the tunnel anything more than a pond at this point? Are all the plants drying our in the sun, baked day after day, quenched or drowned?