(Jan 24) The white, fluffy, doom approaches. No, it is not Mister Stay-Puft from Ghostbusters. (original filmed down by my office!)
Before:
Winter has thankfully been uneventful, thus far.
There has been no snow this season
My back still hurts from shoveling
(Jan 21) At some point, I don’t remember when, I discarded my bills and other papers relevant to my time in Port Jefferson Village. I have now discarded similar items from my time in Brooklyn. I no longer see my return to NYC as a return much anymore. It will be something new, something different.
I went to LaGuardia Airport and all I got was a photo of this sign
I spent far too much time putting these stickers on bags
(Jan 15) I feel like I am returning to the past, except it’s a good thing to feel the energy of a Internet bubble. Just like 1999. And just like 1999 there may be trouble just around the bend. It remains to be seen how much exposure I have to the bubble bursting. Last time I was pretty much unaffected. (I Wish I could say the same about the Great Recession.)
I worry I might not be able to take him with me
I remember this, like it was just a few years ago.
I don’t even remember this boy
The past is past. But it makes me who I am today.
Atlas now is the same age as Billy was in this photo from 1998.
(Jan 7) Another new year. It resembles nothing so much as the end of last year.
It is a rare thing now for me to sleep alone. I have both of them at least half the week.
Atlas has tended to lie down next to me, wherever I happen to be.
I didn’t arrange the comforter, he did that himself.