I like birds. Even the ubiquitous ones, like ducks and pigeons. They’re beautiful, if you remember to look. 

I went to the park today. It started to rain so I sat on a bench under a tree with a book until a homeless man happened by. We talked for a long time. I don’t know his name, but he doesn’t like women, foreigners, the city, the cops, or the rich. He likes cheese and the Aryan race. He told me I was a passive sort of person. He’s probably right. He also told me that everything was going to be ok. 

He’s probably right about that too.