it’s 11 pm, on the
it’s 11 pm, on the west coast of the US, and the web is quiet. those to the east of us are finishing up their celebrations, or starting the first day of 2002, and there’s not much from west of here ’til the date line.
me, I’m sitting at my computer, the glow of little […]
it’s 11 pm, on the west coast of the US, and the web is quiet. those to the east of us are finishing up their celebrations, or starting the first day of 2002, and there’s not much from west of here ’til the date line.
me, I’m sitting at my computer, the glow of little pink bat lights and the glittering purple lights faintly illuminating the workroom. to one side: a window, overlooking the street and the mormon’s parking lot. to the other: C. and his computer, and the whirr/hum of the scanner. in my headphones, weird jarring music (partially) of my own creation.
happy new year.
