Recognition

Is it so hard to believe that Belle Star did not recognize me today? I went to the diner. Ordered a breakfast, and Belle Star didn't say anything to me that indicated that she knew who I was. She looked different. Thinner. Sadder. Maybe less angry. Maybe I looked different too. Wiser? Dumber? Older? Younger? It has been hard to write on here lately. To give it time. I think that someone reading these last few posts wouldn't recognize in them the Curt they'd seen in earlier posts. 

Here is a man that has had many looks: 

Radar

Hello. It's been so long since I last wrote. Sorry! There have been many changes! It's nice being back in the city. It's the same and it's also different. I sleep with my bedroom window open. This is something I used to not do.

Now it is sliding past the middle of summer. Heavy air. Across the street at the rescue mission, men sit in the shade of sunflowers growing in three small garden plots. Or they run across the street into the park. I can see them from my window. At nine o'clock they are ushered inside to sleep. Then it is exceptionally quiet outside.

Goodnight! Goodnight!