junkyard_speeder tender_square the only shapes i can discern are outlines; what composes the interior is fuzzy and incoherent. i was sifting through a junkyard, i was trying to salvage something. i was looking for a piece or several pieces that could help for the job but i can't say whether i got what i needed for the restoration. then, i was driving and people were loitering on the street near the curbs, in conversation. i was bothered that they were in the way; irked that there were impediments with getting to wherever the next destination was going to be. i get that way behind the wheel, short-tempered and ornery. and i have to ask myself what the hurry is, why i am always rushing to check off the next task when the list is never ending. if life is about the journey it means having to enjoy (and not just endure) the ride. 230923 what's it to you? who go blather from