happiness is a new zip code

yesterday seems like a long time ago. 

the sun was shining and it was almost warm. 

65th & 15th NE: this photograph is not filtered whatsoever. 

once these stairs were newly built and people navigated them with arms full of groceries, and there were probably trick-or-treaters and goodbye kisses and an angrily slammed door and an atonal windchime and the smell of blackberry bushes. 

the wires of 12th & Denny.

even the inanimate objects on Broadway seem kinda methy. 

tree's like "fuck all y'all."

Belltown. 

Entropy joining the view from my Lazy Place. 

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today I flew several miles above the earth and landed in Denver. 

my bag was searched at the security gate and again at the departure gate. the second TSA agent was particularly unpleasant. I assumed it was because they were satisfying some beaurocratic quota / looking for weed, and it wasn't until afterwards that I realized I'd completely forgotten about my canister of mace that neither search detected.

The outskirts of Denver are flat and dead-grassy with patchy snow and a beige horizon. the bus from the airport to downtown took about half an hour, through a muted medley of industrial parks and subdivisions and prairies and huge filthy pickup trucks. there's something very comforting and Alaskan about this terrain, though overall it is far cleaner here. the landscape invokes folksy thoughts of, like, breaking the ice on the surface of a pail of water. 

once I got deposited at Union Station (which is also the exact site of the longitudinal line for the Mountain Time Zone! it's exciting to me, anyway) and started walking, this was the only photograph I could get before my battery died. 

my airbnb host recommended the Molecule Effect for coffee near his place. I bought a "really awesome!" vegan and gluten-free cookie, I know but it was the only cookie they had, and studied German while the cafe played Alt-J and Bonobo and alluring bearded people stared at laptops. in other words, it was blissfully familiar, except that here people seem much more disarmingly nice. 

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when I left it was dark and snowing. 

I strolled briefly this evening; will do much more tomorrow. this has been a long fucking day.

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their Broadway. 

a little free library. for fuck's sake. astrology, Chuck Paghghhjjk, the Bhagavad Gita, how am I not still in Seattle? 

the fanciest of all the Sports Authorities. 

and my lair. I totally have my own bathroom, which was not mentioned on the website, so everything is even better than I expected. it is on the 10th floor of a very nice condo complex and the people on the other side of the wall are having very enthusiastic audible sex as I write this. 

I have now been to Colorado.