a blanket of frost covers the lot. i don't care, i'm rolling by on the bus. we stop in the park, for heroes in a square. i spot a red-tailed squirrel jumping from a tree. i didn't know until now that there were squirrels in hungary. but now i know.
a pyramid of reddened iron in remembrance of the holocaust. is it too early for the tourists to be out? the sun is just right. it's //
[golden and true]
boter's plump and voluptious women wave as me as i pass the szep-museum [museum of pretty art]. ancient balconies stare down at me where countless juliets looked down at their lovers. at least i hope for this city's sake.
we're almost there now.