Bumbershoot, 2001.

We stood on the edge of the International Fountain’s bowl, staring. Curious. We were new to town, the three of us, and while we had native friends nearby, only we appreciated the novelty.

Seattle Center. The center of Seattle, in some unknown way. Debating as we watched the jets shoot out, wondering if any water was actually sliding down the dome’s side, or if it all flew outwards. No matter how long we stared, we couldn’t come to a consensus, which left only one solution.

We were going in. Continue reading

There was a bar. There was a band.

Until this week. Continue reading

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

— Dune Continue reading

Ben Gibbard called it a “depression sandwich,” but for me, it was more of a going away party. Continue reading

I wanted to stay. Continue reading

Friday night, walking home from my friend’s birthday gathering, with less than seven hours before I was due on a transcontinental flight, it struck me: I can’t remember leaving New York. Continue reading

As an adult, I’ve only lived in two cities. And here, now, in the one I’ve truly called home for almost all that time, I’m thinking about the other, where I’ll be next week. Continue reading

Run away. Continue reading

I had never heard this song until today.

I had heard one line from this song, mis-sung over and over, half a lifetime ago and two-thirds of the country away from here, by a boy who’s now a dead man. Continue reading

Four years ago, I woke up at my girlfriend’s apartment, only to discover a bomb had dropped while I slept. Continue reading