S. came down from NYC to get her remaining belongings from our place in South Philly. It was our place but at that point I guess it was my place. She brought her friend L. who I have always suspected of being a secret agent for the Israeli military, it is unlikely but she did serve in the Israeli military and she was working so hard to learn Arabic. It was a Sunday afternoon and the whole thing put me in a terrible mood so rather than saying some shitty petty things I left with my camera. I came across an old woman in an alley dressed in dark robes throwing bread to pigeons. I saw her and raised my camera but before I could take a picture she clocked me. She pointed and scolded me saying “I give life to these creatures of the city… and you! You take life!” Feeling thoroughly defeated and depressed I started to walk home down Broad Street. I must have passed the closed furrier with the faded posters of women dressed in furs coats, dirty windows scratched and etched with graffiti, dozens of times but that day I actually looked at it.