Public act of excretion #.....

Brooklyn.
Cadman Plaza.
Across from TD Bank.

Individual casually leaning, body toward fence.

('wait, was this his')

Arching stream of liquid from individual's "area".

(sometimes hates being so trivially observant)

I think I may be the creative part of my mother that she never realized.

One of my failings, I think...has been to compartmentalize creativity,

to not view it for what it is an explore it in macro;

or...to examine it in macro, that I might understand how to utilize it universally,

thereby being inspired in the path to investigate it in micro.

(?)