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I. Like. Fish. It is always worthwhile going to the aquarium.

Even if they are strange, sad places.

In the bottom of one tank I saw a horseshoe crab trapped on his back. He figured it out eventually. 

I have conflicting obsessions. I like to buy new things, but I don’t like things to be *new*. I greedily stockpile new pencils, but I use old ones that are knobbly and chewed. I buy new notebooks, but I write and draw on scraps. 

Lately I’ve been buying journals and customising them so they feel like “mine”. Then I can scribble to my heart’s content. These are blank Moleskine journals, with animal drawings on the cover in ink, graphite and white pencil. 

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.