9/27/25- This morning I watched an excavator gingerly take apart a part of a building at the Burlington Downtown Transit Center. It was just kinda scraping and nudging the old brick, than picking up a lil piece in its dinosaur machine mouth and dropping it somewhere else and I whispered as I watched it mumbling, “Oh yeah, fuckin nudge it, pick that shit up, fling it, real ginger, gingerly.”

There was another entranced gentleman filming the spectacle on his phone from the interior of a GMT company car.

A child on a leash toddled by, they were wearing a t-shirt of a panther under a rainbow and they said to their Dad, “what’s that timer?” and the Dad said, “that’s a clock.”

Tomorrow I will be wed.

Yes, and earlier, I spied a woman in a Subaru Outback eating what appeared to be a breakfast burrito. The bus driver, Arthur, told me about a time he had an artist’s studio in NYC above an ancient elevator shaft.

Life is long and chapter-filled and also fragile and precious.

When you apprehend Mark Ruffalo tryna blend in at a coffee shop in West Hollywood, as my eyes once did, two things happen. First, Mark Ruffalo becomes human-sized. Next, we all of us attain celebrity status.

This works for life too.

When something big goes down all the little moments reveal their covert bigness and the big moment blends into the fabric of all the rest.