Charlotte. It's lightning outside. Thunder, rain, beauty. Today was work and walks. Water and booze. Coffee and ink. Duke Ellington's "Fleurette Africaine." Chest, face, teeth, longing, laundry. Chats with vague friends and strangers. I overstepped, apologized, and let go. I led and I was.

At a long-stay Hyatt in greater not-Philadelphia, convincing myself that this is not what takes me out. They’ve offered something other than meat-flavored meat product for breakfast this morning, so I’m braving the tater-tots. Which are… tater-tot-shaped.

#Philly #HotelLife #NotTodaySatan

Prepped an album, before sitting down to ink and coffee. Willy Colon & Co. eye me from across the room, all of us awaiting an appropriate hour to drop the needle… Pre-dawn, shared walls… “Music, whatever-whenever” seems a compelling argument for a mortgage.

#NowPlaying #vinyl #fania #apartmentlife

A brief, deceptively heartening conversation with a friend this morning, regarding trauma therapy, and the virtue of death in any rebirth worth its salt...

Adulting: Spinning the horror flick of youth into a "feel-good-show" ending.

#therapy #adulting

What wormhole, to what alternate reality, to furnish the needs of my entire apartment with a single extension cord?

#apartmentlife

My mind keeps foraging for wakefulness, around 3:00am. I managed to push through and get back to sleep last night—maintaining calm through sheer force of will; like forcing a flower to grow with one’s fists…

Meditation: "Left to my own devices, my mind is like a monkey on LSD, y'know... at a mall..."

Love: "...I do believe it's who we are. I think we're love, with, uh... with skin on..."

- Anne Lamott

Thank you @bethbonness.com & @marykarr.bsky.social, for the introduction to @annelamott.bsky.social

On the balcony with Charlotte. #goldenhour #CharlotteNC

Sipping Lelo. Listening to Kenny Burrell. #jazz #vinyl #booze