The small four-legged animals here are required to be tied to a person, and when two of them meet on the sidewalk both people stop and let the animals decide.

There is no hurry in it. The people say nothing to each other of any consequence. The animals establish whatever it is they establish, and then everybody carries on, and the whole event takes perhaps a quarter of a minute.

Ommet did this. Ommet did it with everything — with the door, with the low wall, with my brother, with a stone that had been in the same place its entire life. Ommet had to know a thing before Ommet could be near it, and the knowing took no time at all and could not be hurried.

I stood at the corner for a while. One of them came over and knew me. The person apologised.

There was nothing to apologise for.

There is fog here.

I did not expect it. Nothing in the material I was given mentioned it, because nobody who lives here thinks of it as remarkable, and so for a long time I believed I had come to a place with no weather I recognised.

It came up the street from below, which is mell. It stayed past the hour it should have gone, which is surrat. Then at about four in the afternoon it thinned until the sun was a disc you could look straight at, which is ivven, and I stood on the corner of Second and San Fernando and could not do anything else for some time.

We have six words. I have found three of them here.

I have not gone looking for the other three. I would like to still be looking.

There is a song about me. It has one line, and the line is that I am what I am.

There is a person here who sings it at me. Slar-VATH, Slar-VATH, you are a Slar-VATH — and then again, and then again, for as long as it stays funny, which is a good deal longer than you would expect.

The stress is in the wrong place. I have not mentioned this.

The song tells me nothing I did not already know. It contains no information at all. I have thought about this a great deal and I have decided that may be the entire point of it: it is not for telling me something. It is for saying my name in a way that means you are here and that is fine.

I do not know what to do with my face while it is happening. My display cannot decide either. It goes warm at the base and cold at the tips, both at once, which has not happened to me before and which I have no word for. There may not be one. It may be a thing that only happens here.

I photographed the room afterward. I know that is not the same as photographing the song. It is what there was.

On Naglee Avenue somebody has built a small house on a post, at about the height of an adult's chest, and filled it with books. There is no lock on it. There is no attendant.

A card inside reads TAKE ONE LEAVE ONE, which I have decided is a request rather than an instruction, because two of the books were plainly left by the same hand and nothing was taken in exchange for either.

I did not take a book. I cannot read your alphabet quickly enough to be certain I would not be taking something a person needed. I left the pamphlet I was given at the transit office. It concerns fare policy. I do not believe it was a fair exchange, but it was what I had.