the next (next) thing: lucid, valid, solid, rapid, intrepid?

Pike Place.

I love walking through here after everything's closed. voices echo but few humans remain. some are cleaning, some are lurking, some are just fucking around. I always feel slightly self-conscious there. do I seem like a lost tourist? a cop? lonely?

years ago I took a B&W photography course and used these light fixtures in one of my pieces. it was right after I moved back to Seattle in 2002 and I remember thinking "holy fuck! I get to be around all this cool shit all the time!" roaming this city restlessly, relentlessly, years later, I still feel pangs of that novelty, which is a goddamn relief.

under the viaduct. there's a word you don't see often enough these days! remember that Lois Lowry book with the character named Enid, and how she violently hated her name because everything terrible ended with the letters ID? I think about that often. squalid, fetid, stupid, insipid, vapid, rancid. acrid. sordid!

but at the end of the book she realizes her name also almost rhymes with "splendid."

you know what's another fucking weird word? yarn.

I had a dream a couple nights ago that he found out where I lived. we ran into each other on the sidewalk in front of my building. I was carrying groceries and obviously about to enter. "I'll wait!" he said. I entered the building from the back and ran upstairs. I thought "he doesn't know which unit is mine." I watched him from the open window, careful to stand back and remain invisible. he never left. it started to get colder and darker but I didn't want to shut the windows or turn on the lights or otherwise draw attention to myself. but I was getting incredibly restless. and in the dream I suddenly, finally, got impatient with the drama. I thought "what the fuck? this is my home." and I woke up feeling quite rested and peaceful. it was actually a pretty good dream. I finally don't feel angry or skittish anymore.

towards the north wing of the lair.