Machines stolen in the park by thugs. Never saw them coming. They delighted in the theft. Hope their karma serves them well enough. I resurrected new machines. And I trod on unhindered. There’s a lesson there. Prepare for the worst with your wits. The sun was still shining but nobody saw anything. Nature of the inner city beast I reckon. And there I was hoping for clarity. More like epiphany I suppose.