it's always awkward to go in, to be reminded that I have a disease and that it can re-manifest itself at any time. the MS Center at Swedish has been expanded to an entire wing of the hospital. two people in the lobby were in wheelchairs; I came bouncing in after a two-mile walk from my lair. I never feel like I belong there, even as I feel numbness in my hands and twitches in my face, even as I inject medication every week that makes me feverish and maudlin. it's still difficult to reconcile a diagnosis with my self-perception. but I guess that's true for everything.
afterwards I walked downtown in the pissing rain and passed one of my favorite buildings:
the King County Administration Building was built in 1971 and has been voted the ugliest government building in the country! I love its hostile edifice, and that creepy skybridge, and the fact that it looks like noplace else.
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empty signage on 2nd Ave.
the loo at Café Ladro on Capitol Hill.
daisy gravity. no part of the mug is touching anything except the windowsill.
today is my 100th day without alcohol so I just took this impromptu (unwashed, bedheaded) self-portrait to commemorate my new and titillating lifestyle.
"once again he stood in the world empty, naked, and stupid. but he was unable to feel sorrow over it; no, he felt a great urge to laugh, to laugh at himself, to laugh at this strange, foolish world."
-Siddhartha
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