Jangling along with my head full of words,
trying everything to find a connection -
trying to hunt and gather a community.
The noise I make embarrasses, like a squeaky shoe.
But really, who notices?
Are they lost in the oblivion of their own embarrassment?
Desperate for connection?
Jangling along, their heads full of words?
Questions on a Long Walk on a Busy Street
17 Friday Apr 2026
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