went to a show after hauling bags all day and expected to stand near the back being tired in an interesting way, but the drums started and apparently my legs had more available. i was sweaty before the second song and someone stepped on my boot hard enough that i should have noticed sooner. mostly i could feel the floor through my feet and my hair sticking to my cheek. on the walk home i got ridiculously hungry, ate toast over the sink while my roommate described a painting and left crumbs all over my shirt. now my arms are heavy and my ears are still full of the room. no big thought about it. good night.

a woman on the train was reading the little weed zine i left near the door and i became instantly unable to act normal. i wanted to say i made that, but what if she was only reading it because her phone died, what if she got to my drawing of chicory and laughed. she folded it and put it in her bag before her stop. lowkey wanted to follow her off and ask where it was going, which would be an extremely bad distribution strategy. stayed in my seat. sent my roommates a message in all caps. i keep imagining it on somebody else's table with actual things they chose to keep.

trying to learn the names of plants without making every walk into a test i can fail. i saw something near the tracks that looked like three things from my book, took a blurry photo, and then spent the whole ride zooming in instead of looking at anything else. knowing the name would be satisfying, but i mostly want to know why it grows there and nowhere on the next block. maybe it does and i just missed it because i was busy checking the first plant. wrote down the block instead of guessing. now there are four question marks on the page and one perfectly identified discarded sandwich. science continues.