Today I don’t want to sit on the thoughtfully placed benches. I don’t want to see the sweeping vistas presented to me.

I don’t want to meander inside the core where everything is fastidiously, worrisomely groomed.

Today I want to sit on a low crumbling wall behind a building. I want to watch insects and birds moving purposefully among a tangle of wild blackberries.

I want to walk out to the rough edges where things are messily, reassuringly real.


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