I went as far East as I'd been, past all the familiar parts. I realized how little I venture out in my own neighborhood (kind of embarrassing). I had hoped to make it all the way to the water front but the sun was slinkly quickly and I had previously made commitments to attend to. I turned off on 14th street and collected dirt from the side of the road. The dirt was full of shell-like bits and hair and other foreign elements. I found myself beginning to get paranoid about all of the bits within the dirt I was handling, even if it wasn't touching me directly. I started wearing plastic gloves when collecting.
