August 4. Tried working while under our balcony, on the wall of the boardwalk, a graphic artist is selling his work day after day. He’s got a boombox playing music. We hear only the drums and the tender, booming bass. It undermines any work ethic.

Clouds of fog under the street light next to our balcony. The beach, a few miles to our left and right, becomes mystical in this silvery charged atmosphere.

Rick and Morty, according to IMDb the worst episodes yet. I never feel like anything in Rick and Morty is contrived. Exposing comedy always says what you should have known long ago. All the more strange how much genius and luck in writing it takes to pull off a really good episode.