Classic Seattle late spring day, cool and partly
cloudy but when the sun comes out it roasts and I
sit shirtless in the side yard reading Dry,
happy not to be hungover, three weeks into alcohol
abstinence, slowing down and seeing things more
clearly, focusing energy. Walked in
dappled shade and gathering clouds, the
first drops hit our face just as we reached the
Frye for Young
Blood exhibit, which was excellent all
around, in the end so sad and moving.
Kunz came over late afternoon to record a
conversation about gentrification for a sound
installation he is concocting that will take place
in a condemned building to be determined. I'll
post more about that as it develops.