02.01.24

10:16 p.m.

i like the way that the city touches me sometimes when the wind blows.

sometimes, for a few seconds, between the time when there is no wind and there is wind. when the city lifts my hair and momentarily suspends it. when time kinda stops for a second.

like earlier with dug, the sun almost down, smoking cigarettes on the upper-most level of embarcadero four. amongst all of the closed restaurants and stores, across the way from the hyatt. puffpuffing.

and it's pretty cold. and the wind picks up.

and i laugh, 'it's like i'm a super sayan, the way the wind plays with my hair. it's like i'm transforming.'

and dug laughs, nodding a yeah.

i don't know-

i feel like so many things are about to happen.

i feel like so many things are about to happen but i can't really explain. to you, i can't really explain. i don't know how. i can't even explain it to myself, really.

you'll just have to take me for my word when i say that this is how i feel.

this is how i feel: excited and happy, looking forward.