I navigate up a river flowing over large rocks. People walking up it. Find refuge at a covered patio belonging to a women who set it up as a rescue facility. She’s a traveler like myself and I’m not currently in need of a rescue. I see myself as more of an ornamental garden hermit.
Playing a card game to pass the time on a bus — where the cards are made of cash money. Digging in the compost bin, I rediscovery modified dollar bills with cute names written on them: Ankylosaurus, Potato, Peanut
Doing a cleaning job. A martini glass holding, instead of ice cubes, a single huge ice cube is being sold.
A woman introduces herself as named Finch. “Finch Finch?” (first and last), I ask. “Nope, just Finch.”