What you build turns to shadows

I was surasprised to learn that Noon wasn’t open (I’m sure I just arrived too late) and even more surprised to learn that Siam Bistro was open. On a Sunday. And there were people in there. I took the long way back to Atlantic Wharf because I had an idea of what direction to go but not which streets take me there. Chipotle was open but the last time I tried to get something at Chipotle, they had it so you had to order your food online.
I missed Falafel King by a matter of minutes. I got a Mediterranean bowl from B.Good instead. Partially because it’s the first open place I noticed. Chicken on a bed of mixed greens, bean salad, quinoa, za’atar hummus, and red lentils, with za’atar viniagrette.
There was a woman in a dark red velvet coat and a matching hat, a long black skirt, walking down the street.

A woman with a tattoo of an owl and of other designs brought her white dog.
The people behind me all knew one of the actors. Two of them were themselves in a play called Re-Emergence or something, about hope and healing after the apocalypse. It took place in an apple orchard.
(if you're looking for this in the future, it's called Age of Bees. If you're me in the future and you just thought about this because someone brought up Mr. Burns: A Post-Electric Play and you were wondering what that other postapocalyptic play was, it's called Age of Bees)

The set was bedight in ivy and twinkling lights.
Dogberry wore the gaudiest clothing in the play, which is extra-impressive because one guy wore a floral-print blue and gold suit and a pimp hat and one guy wore a jacket with glimmering purple flowers. When they weren't dressed in midnight blue jackets with gold epaullets and drab blue pants. Dogberry does not take well to being called an ass. At the end, they told everyone to recommend this to everyone. If you're in Massachusetts, it's too late for that. If you're in the DelMarVa peninsula, you should check it out.

At the art gallery inside, there was:


Stephanie Saunders - Colorfup (sic) Serenity


Stephanie Saunders - Elephant Reunion


Lisa Gilman - SabBATical

Darcy Schultz - June
There were two paintings, both called June, both done in encaustic. Maybe there was a mistake, I dunno. I can't find anything called June on her website.


Kevin O’Brien - Revenge of the Polar Bear


Cassie Doyon - Rebirth


Cassie Doyon - Poppy


Lisa Goren - Pyramiden
Pyramiden is an abandoned Soviet settlement on Svalbard. Someone is trying to turn the place into a tourist attraction now that the coal is all gone. It’s gotten warmer and wetter in the last few years, but unlike Victorialand, I’d have to visit in July and that kind of turns me off. There’s apparently a pretty sizable Thai community there. And no cats. In conclusion, Svalbard is a land of eternal lousy Smarch weather.


Lisa Goren - Pack Ice
She actually visited Antarctica to paint this.


Helen Lee - White Series

The train home stopped occasionally and the speaker was turned up way too loudly. A woman on the train had brilliantly dark green hair and tattoos of what looked like octopus tentacles hidden by her shirt sleeve, a wedge of Swiss cheese and an artichoke on her leg.

They lost three talk radio hosts, an agitator, and a self-published science fiction author in August. They’re being awfully coy about it but I think Tamara Wilhite died from the virus
With luck, we’ll lose Milo Yannipolis and Candace Owens as well.

burning question: when did website design cease to be an art and become an exercise in causing as much anger and frustration?