08.27.05 - 1:06 a.m.

Every time I push another shopping cart-load of my belongings over yonder I feel like I walk off into the sunset. Instead, 2 hills and awhile later, I arrive in a completely different neck of the same neighborwoods at the foot of the ninth mayor of Victoria's mansion. Except that 115 years later it's my new old house....with 12 or 13 other people tucked into it at all heights. Like Matt says, it's a pirate ship.

I've heard some people asking each other in kitchens and on porches whether autumn has come yet. I think the answer is.... whatever you're thinking about is right there with you.

see< >saw

i whisper hello to everything