the sky is finally dark at 129am. i had forgotten this novelty. i feel so lucky to have grown up up a warped environment where such circadian fuckery is normal.
i knew being here at this time of year would be dangerous... i would feel nostalgic and homesick and debate moving back. the birch trees smell fabulous. i have been giddy all day. "oh my god, i am so happy!" i said this often enough to annoy myself.
darwins is exactly the same- thank god- apart from swankier bathrooms and the white stripes on the jukebox. no more herb alpert- i looked.
at 10pm we were standing in the alley. i have stood in that alley so many times before. life is different now- i know this- but it's difficult, when i'm here, to remember why. or how. time stops in alaska. my seattle existence is rendered void.
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this is the rest of the past fortnight in seattle...
a fly upon a carnivorous plant!
multiple mirrors at the seattle art museum loo!
my first completed handknit scarf!
weak attempts at godliness on dexter avenue!
s's sculpture, coated in poetic dust!
aquatic plantlife one can sink one's fingers into!
cucumber water at a pompous day spa!
and a blurry slug!
i have smiled so much today. it's the place, the people, the memories. the familiarity would drive me mad within a few days... i spent 18 years realizing this... but for now, i am in my version of bliss. alaska represents a comfort and completeness to me that i have yet to replicate elsewhere.
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i want everything i love in the same place.
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