Sneaking into abandoned storefronts in the middle of the night. A reverse robbery, come to replace that which was taken. Carefully, and with deliberation. Carrying on a conversation with my shadow while the winds of late spring push detritus down the sidewalk. Finally leaving everything as it wasn't, and falling asleep before sunrise. Dreaming of a world with fewer eyes. And of place where bad news isn't waiting at the end of every mid-life.

11:05 p.m. - 2020-05-21