June 30, 2012

(Nov 29) It’s become crazy time. My landlord is liquidating his life’s possessions. I’m trying to keep mine from going out the door with his. Still don’t know where I’m going to land, and Port Jefferson doesn’t feel like home because of it.

At one corner of my desk

Viza gave me this. I wonder if Josh still has his?

The town has decorated for the season and its Dickens Festival

The car still feels like something new and transient in my life

This pre-seasoned chicken was all that seemed suitable. It was horrible.

My gesture toward the holiday.

Port Jefferson Village

Tick tick tick. That’s the sound of Port Jefferson running out.