i ran into a bit of danger on my way to the café in Cambridge from where I type these words. i was crossing one of those impenetrable intersections near Harvard Square and I did not know how to navigate it… so I followed a group of people crossing ahead me… meanwhile someone is blasting their horn and I thought, gosh, I hope he is not honking at me (I can recognize the genders of car honks). but my hopes were fruitless. as his SUV was passing, he leaned his head out the window and screamed

What the hell do you think you’re doing? What’s wrong with you? Fucking Idiot. Get a life!

such hatred and violence, it nearly crushed me.

and I thought, I had better get used to this

because this is what Boston feels like.

although technically I was in Cambridge.

and then I remembered that I came here voluntarily.

i came here to get unstuck.

but it isn’t so easy.