Dreamed I was in Port Townsend with my mom. It was outdoor movie or film festival or something and we were running around getting ready. Both of us were visiting the west coast with a view to moving back, both excited about it. We bopped around and discussed the merits of various cities and the general east coast/west coast differences ( Read more... )

Reading The Windup Girl. It’s beautiful and bleak. A well painted portrait of a wrecked ecology and the economy that creates. Maybe too close to my personal nightmares to start with, but also nice to know they’re other people’s nightmares too.

This passage got me:

Jaidee has seen these ghosts as well, walking the boulevards sometimes, sitting ( Read more... )

Maybe related to last night's professionally awkward nostalgia moment, maybe not - last night for the first time I dreamed about mom and didn't wake up panicked or crying.

( How the past chews on your shoes and these memories lick my ear )