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various scenes around the space, this week

posted at 01:30 on 4 December 2019 to Personal

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it was worth a shot


sunrise in port townsend

this is my second trip into the Puget Sound in as many months. the waves push through the crowds, unconcerned with their own potential. the ferry comes and goes.

i have been finding myself more and more drawn to places where ‘the world at large’ doesn’t exist—or, perhaps, is less prominent in. at this point, there are two paths for America: one where Bernie wins next year and a movement to take on the various crises of our time grows from it, or one where literally anyone else wins and the American experiment as a hellhole of late capitalist greed and terror continues to spiral toward a merciless end.

so i listen to the waves.

posted at 08:00 on 28 November 2019 to Personal

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sunset at port townsend

Port Townsend

posted at 16:00 on 27 November 2019 to Personal

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punk rock dancing songs and 7-11 wine

some things aren’t so bad these days

posted at 19:00 on 25 November 2019 to Personal

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last night

Last Night

posted at 17:00 on 16 November 2019 to Personal

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I spent some time near Point Hannon not too long ago. There was a loft-cabin, a wood stove, no electricity. On the Point there was a driftwood sculpture of a dragon made by the locals. It was the middle of fall and so the trees were still strong in their greens while some paths were covered in yellow leaves, saturated so bright as if they were daring the seasons to continue to change.

One of the pathways that left the cabin immediately turned downward into a slight valley, to which a combination of roots and mud then created a hill upward. At the top of this hill was another, more significant downward slope which continued on to the beach. Perched on this small pathway hilltop was a white, plastic patio chair, which seemed like it had gone all season without being sat in.

(I admit to sitting on it at least once to rest and have a sip of wine.)


The chair atop the hill

I’d walk by this chair more than a couple times each day, as this hill was a part of our main path to and from the beach. It sat with the presence of a throne. The ferns and firs almost seem to have grown in anticipation of its eventuality. I was instantly drawn to it, and with each walk past grew more curious. Why here?

The view from the chair was mundane compared to how it appeared. It didn’t face any direct sunlight during the day and the vantage was mostly looking down on Joe’s lawn. Sitting in it, one was exposed to the elements and there was no where to build a fire. Yet it is the perfect object for this spot: a completely unnatural, cheap and bland American symbol of relaxation here in the thick of one of the most naturally relaxing places in America I’ve ever been. This grotesque piece of plastic in the middle of some of the most remarkable nature and it still just vibed. The fuck is this chair doing here?

I never asked about it, partially because I just enjoy the mystery. There’s something disarming about finding objects juxtaposed with nature like this; their being out-of-place makes them fit right in. That they all serve some strange purpose, are all perfect in distinct moments. Maybe that’s it—maybe the perfection of the chair isn’t in its view, but of the view of it.

Or it could be that it’s a good place to sit if you’re drunk and tired of hiking up a shit-ton of stairs back from the beach and need a rest before getting back to the fire.

posted at 22:00 on 12 November 2019 to Personal

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