The end of the weirding week.

[teiresias]

cherrysher is back at the airport, shortly to begin her transcontinental flight back to NYC. While the weirdness of the visit (I blame Eugene! Or, like, the planets or something, because dude) strained our psyches near to the breaking point, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have shared it with. If nothing else, the past 7 days have given me some hope that we are not destined to be forever estranged by geographical or meteorological concerns.

As far as this continent goes, I don't think I could be physically happy anywhere but in the little belt of heaven that stretches from San Francisco to Vancouver, B.C.; I find our completely non-humid summers here hard enough to bear, and after living in NY for one year straight I can't imagine willingly subjecting myself to that kind of hell ever again... except that I've realized that being apart from the important people is a different kind of hell, and, I think, a worse one.

I have a great deal of important people here, of course, and it's probably a vain hope that all of my people will ever make it to one place and stay there. I'll do whatever I can to make it happen, though.

As queueball said last night: "when you're fucked, you move to Seattle."

Amen.

And for my final thought... "October: The Month In Which Shit Goes Down."

I swear.