I'm in landscape again, Richmond Park. The idea of 'nonhuman' is floating around. I look around, everything seems to be nonhuman. I look back and just about everything that I embody is also nonhuman. I come back to 'I' - as in 'I look', 'I embody'. This thinking, while I'm sitting here on a rickety wooden bench, is like a dream, I make it up. Sitting here, in the sun, in this nonhuman world, feels like a non-dream. I'll walk some more.