12.17.2025

Oh yeah the beast from earlier was a person, turns out, bent over on Ocean Beach. At sundown they resembled something else, an aquatic rhinoceros, perhaps, or a device for filtering seawater to make it drinkable at considerable scale. Without the internet or my reference materials to help we're going to have to assume that what I imagine this person to be is a machine of factual design and that my hallucination was a reasonable one. On the way here from Oakland the other day I kept seeing assemblages, if that's the word, loose pyramids of discarded fuel tanks and balloons, shimmering and multicolored in the manners of pinwheels or pennant bouquets, on the grassy outcroppings that jut out into the saltwater and they looked to me like structures someone might build in a junkyard out of boredom or desperation or an attempt to alert planes and ships to the plight of someone stranded there.