When no one is listening, the truth can be whispered and given freedom to stretch. Well, I may be alone ... it's a grey day, internally and externally, weak rain, colorless sky and a soft, motheaten anguish in the pit of my chest. I spent six hours performing repetetive tasks at the warehouse, another two in travel time, and make a pointless trek to the Seattle Art Museum. I missed out on seeing SUPER SIZE ME last night and hoped in vain for an encore showing ... who knew they'd sell out? Me? Why would I know anything? Well, I know now ...

Dig me here now and then.