( remaining questions )

I'm returning the things I found. I have begun the long, slow process of returning the things I found. The man's name is Jason, and I finally caught up with him through the air full of invisible pulses, signals calling, things that sound magical but are actually only electricity and luck. He was travelling through Tennessee, and I could hear the ( Read more... )

I can't believe someone threw this away, willingly relinquished this. It must have been an accident. Someone must be looking for their small black beltpack full of things. Or: the universe likes me, and heard me when I said, Gosh, I sure wish I had a little bag and a knife, a notebook and a small can of spray paint. And songs in my ears. Seriously ( Read more... )