I sat there in that Gas Works Park that night and in various places around the park. The Seattle skyline was clearly all lit up on the other side of the Lake Union. One time during that long night I sat there on a wooden park bench that is on top of the hill that is the highest point of the park, and while I do not recall precisely what I wrote, although I think I wrote about it one or more times in my journal since then, which I have not yet tried to find, and only starting thinking about this in the past minute or so, I think I wrote on that wood board of that bench: "When does this end?"
Monday, June 20, 2011
No fate in sight.
I sat there in that Gas Works Park that night and in various places around the park. The Seattle skyline was clearly all lit up on the other side of the Lake Union. One time during that long night I sat there on a wooden park bench that is on top of the hill that is the highest point of the park, and while I do not recall precisely what I wrote, although I think I wrote about it one or more times in my journal since then, which I have not yet tried to find, and only starting thinking about this in the past minute or so, I think I wrote on that wood board of that bench: "When does this end?"
