often dreaming of trains

my porch. 

the overpass near Turnagain. 

the flowering spider plant! 

someone went nuts at the downtown transit center. everyone milling around in the snow commented on it appreciatively. 

the dank salt aisle of Carrs. 

the shit-car and her peeling door panel-thing catching snow. 

my neighbor offered to tow the bean away for free. he teaches mechanics at one of the schools and they'd gleefully dismantle her engine. it would be like a completely unlikable human being donating their body to science! redemption! 

this is the sort of atmosphere in which love letters get mentally composed. 

I mean, good lord, Anchorage. 

the crane poised to dismantle the building beneath it. a 50 year old structure is considered old here, so this saddens me. 

6th & I.

SNOW SNOW SNOW! 

my adductors are throbbing. 

"you make it hard for a nice girl to say no."

"well then, if it's so hard, don't say it."

-James M Cain