About to leave for the airport. Looking forward to 12 or so hours in transit. Well, not really, but I'm not too worried about it either - the upside of scouring the smoky side of the emotional spectrum is that boredom's just not an issue.
My last memory of D.C. will probably be taking a short walk to an ATM a block away. Empty streets, a warm-ish breeze, Natalie Merchant's Carnival, and a pretty surprising sense of comfort. I know I can't be liking Washington more than New York - there are laws against that sort of thing - so it's probably the beachhead/safe haven effect.
This one's got proto-tendrils of thought shooting out in all directions, but none of them's giving me anything tangible enough to write down, so this half-assed impression will have to suffice.
My last memory of D.C. will probably be taking a short walk to an ATM a block away. Empty streets, a warm-ish breeze, Natalie Merchant's Carnival, and a pretty surprising sense of comfort. I know I can't be liking Washington more than New York - there are laws against that sort of thing - so it's probably the beachhead/safe haven effect.
This one's got proto-tendrils of thought shooting out in all directions, but none of them's giving me anything tangible enough to write down, so this half-assed impression will have to suffice.
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