Rialto, March 2014
Rialto for a short day, nicotine withdrawals. 1200th day either smoking or quitting, such a massive idiot.
Kept seeing nothing but insects in the margins. Actually, I am typically fighting a tripod somewhere in the background, as if succumbing to some millipedal skirmish. Not therapeutic or regenerative in the least.
No ocean view from here, but the sounds do undulate like my interest levels, and drown out the whimpers besides.