Went to town to get a sandwich. Wonder if I'm ever going to be able to wait behind slow people in lines without speculating about the aggregate amount of other people's time they've wasted and are going to waste over the course of their lives.

Walked around after eating, thinking about bohemianism, thinking about sitting on the courthouse steps. Streetlights through leaves made concrete staircase seem strangely flat, nearly fell.

People are, for the most part, totally, carelessly, thoughtlessly amoral.