one year ago to the day…
i woke up in a tent… sleeping on ice… couldnt feel my toes… cougar tracks all around me and truckballz’ entrenchments… cooked cocoa-tmeal while thawing my shoes enough to get my feet into them… retraced my steps in the waist deep snow back to the northern most road in the united states… reconnected for one more last goodbye with fellow hikers also haulted by the storm… they hitched to the east to try to road walk into Canada. I called my journeys end… hitching back to seattle… having some bad gas station french fries along the way… i remember the smell of concrete hitting me through the open window… my eyes stung with all of the ads everywhere… and lights that never granted rest. … one year later in Kansas City… starting a new journey… making my art move.
