vaguely chronological shrapnel from the last (and inexplicably zesty!) ~two weeks:
I passed this, kept walking, thought wait, and turned back half a block later to get this picture. I love everything about this view: the vague similarities in shapes, the wires, the three-nesses, the peeling paint, the chimneys at the same angle as the towers.
when I lived across the street from these towers (from the opposite vantage point) I'd go onto the roof deck at night and watch the moon rise among them.
sunset from the warm laziness of my lair.
a saucy bannister. if this bannister could talk, it'd say "well
hello." a lone figure cavorting wetly. the lights made everything edgeless.
I love this city.
every time I pass this building, if I'm (hopefully) alone on the sidewalk, I sing its name out loud. sometimes I mix it up a bit and sing it to the "Ricola" ad instead. why do I fucking admit this shit?
they were human-sized gloves, so one can only assume they were made with kittens.
we waste
classy food in my neighborhood.
another filter of the minivanned Trumpet. traffic was completely stopped, I should point out. this is alongside Fife, naturally.
three fucking pillows.
entropy's other spot is above the cabinets. I took all the doors off this week (I eventually do that at most places I live) and noticed her year's worth of disgustingness seeping through.
this is my palatial kitchen now! remember Growing Pains, how they had a fucking
sofa in their kitchen?
Xmas stroll at Golden Gardens. the tide was mostly in.
it was desolate and cold. a dog in a Santa coat ran ahead of its owners. I stood in the water in my boots and thought about how we're
all gonna eventually end up as like,
sand, you know?
currently occurring. occurrently? the lair smells like love.
"instead of oxygen and stress, she thought now of hushed and quiet words: glide, fur, banana, peace."
E. L. Konigsburg
