in a dream i was close to you. we held on to each other tightly as we wandered through dimly lit adventures. my hands were dirty. we were both tired. it was beautiful and i had my arm around you in fall.

shy queer fail

maybe next year. maybe work to have a march in the pnw. maybe ask more questions.
the rain is heavy here. but it only lasts for a few moments instead of days.
something beautiful comes through the window every morning.
been daydreaming in watercolor.

cloud breaks

overcast feels like overcast regardless of place. but then there are the fleeting moments of sunshine and i am overcome with a sense of calm.

first days in paris

this city is truly amazing. there is a kind of collective memory here that doesn't exist in the states. i climb a spiral staircase up to my room on the 6th floor of an apartment building built in the 19th century like a daydream come true.
a lot of walking, a lot of eating, a lot of smoking, a fair bit of drinking.
due to technical difficulties, i have been unable to upload my pictures but hopefully that will be sorted out in the next few days.

keep thinking of you and sophie calle.