experiences in learning

I finished "A Single Man" this afternoon. fuck. the story dithers around for the first half (I believe I dared to deem it "boring") and then he goes to his friend's house and gets drunk and suddenly holy shit. it is an excellent book. it reminds me of Camus' "The Stranger" in its pacing. 

as I was reading, a storm passed through and people in the cafe turned to look murmuringly out the window at the downpour, and the girl next to me was being treated to an Italian soda by her parents for passing her driver's test, and the older woman sitting alone shook her feet so distractingly that I had to reposition myself to remove her from my field of vision, and someone dropped a plate and it broke. 

I bought even yet still more plants today. 

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Entropy. she also responds quite promptly to "hey, dumbass." 

Summit Ave.

my hood. 

slothfully experimenting with the "grunge" filter. 

the lovely lady lair. 

my parents' obese cat. note the wary glower.

beyond their backyard, looking into the undulating grey. this is the spot from where I shot my first BB gun a few years ago, which I enjoyed far more than even I expected. 

it was sunny in Seattle on the 25th, but the dank never left Thurston County. 

from once a Chinese lantern. artsy. 

western-facing steps on 16th. didja know? moss grows in every light exposure and on every continent! I thought I was stumbling onto a fortuitous botanical anomaly but I was incorrect. 

I had a misconception! a moss-conception, if you will. 

"don't cry for me. I'm already dead." I dunno, I inadvertently find myself taking a lot of turgid-teenage-journal photographs lately. 

the same block in Ballard. 

oy! again with my hood. the windshield reflection was a glorious accident. 

the most overpriced meat-stix I have ever seen, and I've been to fucking Reykjavik. 

"personally, I haven't gotten wise on anything. certainly, I've been through this and that; and when it happens again, I say to myself, Here it is again. but that doesn't seem to help me. In my opinion, I, personally, have gotten steadily sillier and sillier and sillier- and that's a fact."  -Christopher Isherwood