It is hot today I try to write words are like wet cement in a ditch covering empty cola cans thrown from cars by careless drivers who care not for nature. ABC full stop. I stood by the entrance in the shade someone asked if I was the porter, I smiled benignly didnยดt get upset after all Iยดm working class. Had they asked me if I was the director I might have been less inclined to smile. I miss my home it is near a forest with a lake mermaids swim there and have proper feet. Once I swam with them a dream come true when it is winter, and the lake is like an ice rink I skate around and around until I get dizzy and fall into a trance the dream of mermaids revive me. I walk home in silence.