green(s)
pacific northwest
six in the afternoon when it’s windy and summer and the sun is getting exhausted, but also eleven at night in the dead of winter when you’re listening to aphex twin or kid a and the air smells like malt-o-meal (but maybe that only happens in northfield, minnesota), and let’s not forget that seven in the morning is nice to know every once in a while (fall/spring, light fog, we’re in hoodies maybe)
almost anything with wings that work (feathers a plus)
the ability to communicate without inhibition, and enable you to do so in kind
an archaeologist, until about age twelve when i discovered (a) nonviolence and (b) it wasn’t the forties anymore, so an actor
i’m jealous of people who feel close to their families and to places they can call home. though i’m not really sure what question this answers, exactly. since i’m already departing from the prompt, here’s an old blog
a sailboat
-Spring 2009.
