|| i've been
seeing a lot of this lately:
the after-midnight lonely seattle
rainy street view. i'm usually
a rolly-bag that's getting soaked through
to the records and gear jammed in there.
the last bus comes, it's full of people happy
to ignore one another until we separate
and forget having never met. i'm grateful
for the slick brick, a reminder that not
everything gets immediately erased.