I’m thinking about police. Since I moved to Markham no one has bothered me. I saw police on the news. They are all busy with all sorts of events, immigrants and shootings. I think this indicates a renewed enthusiasm for works. Last year or so the shooting in Minneapolis, the killing of Alex Pretti suggests a new type of psychology surrounding police and policing. People often live in dangers, live precariously to get noticed. I called police once or twice. They came. And they asked questions. And that was it. I can’t believe about my life and how I live now. This is something I never even imagined, living in Markham, with my mother, on social securities for my disabilities. Etc.