Parsons Blvd/85 Av

I like this bus station. It’s next to the blue cafe and the blue laundromat.

I was gone for a while. I still am very detached from “being attached” (?)
Sometimes taking a bus trip takes me back to my “place”. Sometimes taking a long bath. Nothing worked this time. I think I’ve got to run...
—March 5, 2019

Woke up before 7. The birds were so loud this morning. Had planned to take the bus to Queens College running track. My eyes were closed but I could hear how strong the wind was. So I talked to Raazi for a while and did some exercises in the attic instead.
—March 6, 2019

Zaid is back. I am sitting on the bench waiting for the bus. A car caught my attention when I heard Farsi words in the music. It made me look at the buildings and the sidewalk in a way I’d never had. We barely look higher than our default eyesight. I tried to look up. And I saw something I’d never seen before. The red brick building’s second floor in which I had passed by a thousand times before. Does it take a familiar song with familiar words for me to familiarize myself even more with my surroundings? And to call it home?

Music...
—April 26, 2019