9.29

I'm very starved to the moment in Perks of Being a Wallflower in which the characters agree on their own infinity. Starved isn't the word I chose, but my phone chose it for me. I long for a moment in which I can be so sure of my own infinity.

My favorite tunnel in town goes under missionary ridge and sometimes I drive miles out of my way just to go beneath its years of history. The old civil war is in its name and the CCC is in its construction and a global community of commerce drives through it.
Tonight, I rolled my windows down to disk in the light and sound of the place and a beater passed me, old enough to rattle and smoke, but loud enough to satisfy what my Toyota was never designed to. He revved hard in a low gear, ramping the machine back on its suspension. I stuck my arm out the window and shook my first into the night air.

That man and I parted ways at two am on a Sunday morning, never knowing each other. We are not infinite. But I have this moment, and I'll continue to look for the moment my life.

9.14

This entire post will be recorded using Google's voice identification system. It's not so much my artistry, but it will do.

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9.11

[It's 11:11. Make a wish.]

I just looked at it again. If you think I'm going to do it again unprompted, you have another thing coming. I'll find work when I have to, but until then I'm terrified and running.

Try to catch me, world, and you'll find I'm easy prey. I run so poorly.