Wednesday, August 3, 2016

3 August 2016

To repeat, don't think, look! The man who takes my money at Eagle's Lighthouse Cafe says he was homeless. Sounds like one local haole. Moved up here, but his aunty went crazy on him. Slept outside until someone gave him a place to stay and took him to church. On the sign at the intersection of Haunani and Old Volcano Road, an eagle flies beside an American flag. The music is loud, and it's about Jesus. They used to get up at 3 a.m. to take food down to Hilo for the homeless in the park. We'd feed them the Lord, and then we'd feed them food. But most of them didn't want the Lord, just the food.

--3 August 2016

[Wittgenstein, from Zwicky]

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