10.30.07

some things i've been missing about alex, likely to be continued:

first and foremost, his fall coat. with the destroyer-style emblem. walking away from south station towards the federal reserve bank/bank of america building-of-past-contention.

his piles of papers and receipts, some static, some constantly on the move.

"okaay," "oh!" and "dear lord."

his glasses. the medal. his hands.

his couch. a shade of teal never before seen in the world of leather.

the painting, first above the mantle, then the tv.

the unexplained shampoo.

the balloon towel, sock basket, and bathroom in general.

really stupid movies, laughing included.

walking.

walking through chinatown, sometimes eating things.

sitting.

there's likely an equally long list of equally small things i don't particularly miss, some of which hurt and some of which didn't. this list is not as important.

now i'm back in portland, nothing pulling me elsewhere except the emptiness of this place.