3/9/23

I was riding bikes with The Hawk. I think we were riding home from St. Paul's and he showed me a shortcut where the trail path went trough a few backyards. 

This one is almost impossible to describe. There was a Buddhist monk who floated by a row of plants and he was playing a zither based on his impression of the plants. This somehow inspired some fried seafood I got from a restaurant. Then there was some other food based on his playing, or maybe it was an imitation of his playing and it tasted terrible.