
_ Completing a sorely repeating malfunction. Stop and start. Recycling a ticker-tape story that never was. Stop and start, again. A script that 'spoke to me' in the most meaningful of fucked-up ways. It's held in a manner, a timing, a posture; just a way of being, eh? But is it that late already? Was it traffic? My moment (ha!) is nearly up here and this is as good as it gets, in terms of trying to reflect on my time in Seattle. On so many levels it has not been what I expected it to be. You've seriously [...]