I've noticed several incredible things about this trip to Pgh. Mostly, though, it boils down to this: since leaving Pittsburgh, this is the first time a visit has not been 90% angst over the past.

In fact, there's been no concern with the past for me at all the entire time I've been here.

Have I mentioned that I like my life?

Memory, like a gel-coated capsule. Not those bitter things I used to unexpectedly swallow, but a tasteless, odorless thing which gets stuck in my throat, until something cold and refreshing comes roaring in after it.

Memory. I am walking back from a club in Indy, slowly trudging along beside a woman whose heels have got the best of her. We've been ( Read more... )