The lights are off - my door is open - I can feel the moist cold of a rainy night wafting thru that door. I type by the light of my monitor as Feist sings beauty into the cool evening.
Life is moving - and sometimes I feel at time more like a passenger than a captain.
Things are finishing - part of me wants to disappear into the night. To melt away into the past, half remembered with a fleeting smile. I find myself seeking solitude these days - seeking it in books and long walks and hikes. Solitude and introspection. I busy myself with work and sleep.
Wandering around Pullman I find nothing left that I want to take pictures of. Everything seems familiar - it as if there is nothing left to discover behind the lenses.
Nothing left . . .
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