(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.
(Dec 16) This is very symbolic of the problems I’m going to run into when it comes time to leave. Presuming that happens on my schedule and not someone else’s.
(Nov 17) I was at the everup launch.
Lots of noise, little progress.
Apparently he takes the train from Ronkonkoma.
(Nov 7) November is significant in pseudoreal because it is the month I moved to Brooklyn, it is the month I left Brooklyn, and it was the time of the end for Billy. I have still not returned. I will not return in November 2015. But I will return. In 2016. I can feel it.
How could this be an 8 hour job, right?
For some reason this scene reminded me of this.
I expected to get bit, involving myself in a dog/cat attack.
The things I do to keep a stinky dog alive.
I bought a mini-torch. This can only mean one thing.