being there: so it goes...

we are BACK ON THE GRID. 10 weeks without sufficient catharsis! it was humbling to realize how many photos i took over the last 2 months didn't stand up to the critical eye of retrospect. this was actually quite educational. without the luxury of spontaneity, i am a hypercritical hag, as it turns out. * I AM SO SO HAPPY TO HAVE A FUNCTIONAL (shitty netbook, $300 4 years ago, operating on fucking windows) COMPUTER AGAIN! *broadway. maybe someone got disillusioned.

entropy, me, and a hair tie.

never. ever.

taken from the window of the 54 where the west seattle bridge merges onto 99 northbound. it was a spit-rainy day. this was the day i found ionesco's "the hermit" at the used bookstore. i ended up at the canterbury, where i finished it in one sitting.

filter experimentation, thank you for making the mundane oddly novel.

restlessness.

moving to capitol hill. the bedframe, waiting.

the cemetery on NE 55th. SO MANY GODDAMN GNAT-THINGS! and this was only a few weeks ago; it's been too consistently cold to warrant a bombastic breeding season. it was so bad that i couldn't walk around; breathing involved inhalation of insects. it was kinda amityville horrorlike, really. even sitting in my car with the windows down wasn;t working; these gangly little fuckers (leggier than mosquitoes, funkier than flies) were buzzing around my car. once i reached the asphalt of the adjacent residential street they vanished. creepy. or biologically telling?

the radio towers of capitol hill, across the street from my new lair and visible from my bed if i sleep with the blinds open. hell, they're visible from everywhere. next time you see the cap hill towers, think of me and my incubating brain tumor. i fucking love them.

this is a fantastic example of "why the fuck was i so eager to share my pictures with all y'all?" i mean, god. solitude + narcissism = i bet you own cats, don't you. but i am including it because one can never have enough blackmail fodder.