I am background noise.

Ship Creek snow-stroll. 

inside the husk of the former Anchor Bar. this was a blind shot. I brightened it by 400% but otherwise enhanced nothing. I like the contrasts. this is probably the only crane in Anchorage right now.  

looking out. 

it's currently warmer here than this would indicate. 

the above window is attached to this most beatific of Quonset huts.  

last night: I was writing with a sharpie and I dropped the cap. I reached down to pick it up. it was just out of my reach and rolling away; I was grabbing blindly with dulled fingers. and I realized I was asleep. something about being aware of my lesser consciousness made me panic. I wondered if this is what dying feels like. I could have channeled this awareness into an awesome flying dream, but instead I forced myself awake and mumbled my name and address out loud to convince myself I was still alive. and then I slept for real.