Small dead racoon on the forest path. Looking closer couldn’t see any signs of a predator but insects already inspecting its unblinking eyes, still ears and dry nose. Looking up, it appears to have dropped from the top of these five very tall white cedars. The fears of all parents for kids playing on the street. Maybe I’m seeing it correctly, maybe not. Later on, stopped a long worm who had probably made great effort to be in the middle of that paved road. Noticed previous squished worms, from cars or shoes. This one will soon be no more than another tread mark or sucked up by robins. Very visible wriggling red line on large flat white surface. I relocate it to the soil and believed I extended its life but its also possible I killed it and it was just about to succeed at something it had spent its lifetime trying to do. Maybe this soil is even poisonous. Sometimes people have invested in my projects, sometimes they have rejected them but among all the different A & R people or producers I’ve met, never found one philosophical about their position. I wonder what it would be like to meet someone that wasn’t absolutely certain about their opinion, who might agree they could be 100% incorrect to not get involved with what I’m there asking them to support.