|well, my camera's still MIA, so let me continue scanning the backlog.
this seems appropriate because today i felt a bit unhinged, was glad for
the excursion to airport in lisa's car to pick
bill up--even if his
bandmates were already there thanks to a gap in communication. driving back,
it all seemed wrong, especially the layer of brown smothering the city like
a dirty mattress. as i considered the smog, the
radio played "there's no smoggy
smoke on rocky top" and i watched a flock of birds hit the sky like all the
commas flown off a page, opening the floodgates for unrestrained thought.
the olympics beckoned in the distance and i considered boarding a ferry and
being gone--but then, it was not my