A significantly cold Broadway at 90th « and whereabouts I travel, cold as well: late winter 2019 ». A (finally) peaceful enough mindset to start digging a community farm of empty lots, amidst device upgrade wishes; my identity freed, for digging, then rebuked and reclaimed after some sleep.

Significant posturing about incipient seething racial and cultural identity 

Contextually leveraged at that I could not be seen to have lived out my life appropriately as my mother had raised me, as a Christian.