There is nothing quite like Navigating alone. I feel it most while walking up subway stairs.
subways. The closeness. The view of a face, each pore visible if you only glance to the right. Every individual a potential spy, up and coming actor, lover (Make eyes. Ruffle newspapers. Turn pages),.

Going to sleep with cars.horns.bikewheels.ambulances.
In an apartment inhabited by two activists who have made a home
Have filled bookshelves with theory, language, and practice.

The bed, this life, is inviting.

Good night, World.
Good night Countries whose soil I wish my feet were standing on.
Sweet dreams, Dreams. Even they need a rest as of late.