day 0 ; traveling pt 1 self portrait (Patreon)

Made it to California today. I had a 4 hour layover in Seattle. I've never left the Seattle airport so I took the light rail to mt baker to smoke a cigarette by a dumpster. That was nice. Had a mostly adequate sandwich at the airport sports bar and was blessed to sit in the furthest darkest corner by myself. When the staff asked "is this seat ok?" I laughed and said it was perfect. Lots of reading and writing and doodling time all day.

When I finally landed in California, everyone on my plane jammed into the first tram to baggage claim. About 15 feet before it was supposed to stop it just--turned off. That was neat. Hot. Lots of anxious "this is fine" energy. It was fine. There had just been a big sports game and some people had been following it and some were saving it for a treat. Somebody with a key came and let us out after less than 10 minutes.

I've got a lot of little rabbit trails to chase. I finally read my mom's journals from 1986-94. Wild perspective. More patterns. Much bigger than me or her. Everything touches and rhymes. Still distantly taking form. While I am no longer, like, adrift in the open ocean of existence, I'm still making more art than sense. Tomorrow my cousin and I are taking a 20 hour train ride.