moveing from minnesota to washington, onward and upward

"we are loud, rough, and real, they live on the surface and we swim in the deep"

should have stopped more for the beautiful sights and taken more photos of the changing scenic terrain around me, it was boring as hell until half of Montana towards the west coast, where things finally got dynamic. rolling desert hills, grasslands, roads where iv literally been the only person on for miles, hours of driving and no soul to be seen, sort of poetic to me, in a way. that was a good night, the light from the moon lit my way, i even turned off my headlights with total capability of driving by moonlight, light pollutions a bitch, you forget what mother-natures capable of when she isnt choking on the anxious gasses of humanity's byproducts.

getting past the continental divide, and into the mountains some 300-260 miles away from Seattle when the forests started to take over with their ferns and moss, and towering green giants... probably my favorite part so far...
so much so, i chose to live in the moment, feel the familiar, breath the not-so-far-away ocean air, and focus on finishing my journey

if i can recommend anything to anyone making the drive from Minnesota to Seattle,  south Dakota and Wyoming are boring as all hell, doing it in the night time wouldn't even mean you missed anything, the black hills are sort of neat, but once your past the middle eastern portion of Montana, thats when things start to dwarf everything inland, and the further you get to the coast, the more dramatic and violent it looks like the geometric development of the land became..


so, always make that part in the day when you can see it, going down cliff edges with no guard rails at 80-90mph means drowsiness isn't fun at all, being alert for truckers as well who might snip over their lane lines was defiantly a common thing as well, due to the sharp turns that were being presented at the speeds they were accumulating

looking forward to evolving into a higher form of myself here, there's more room to swim, fresher air to breathe, and a society built around many cultures that seem a lot more accepting of change, and the differences that come with it.

Posting PROPS to: David Wirsigs black eyes song because i drew a lot of "think time inspiration" from it during this move, and shared it with a few friends in the meantime.


IT's that old recurring dream where you're drowning
flailing your arms out, fearful and frantic
and black waves are curling and pounding
down onto your head somewhere in the Atlantic
through the fathoms below you a shadow
is gliding up towards you with singular purpose
and hundreds of thousands of gallons
of ocean froth and foam as it breaks the surface

its black eyes find you almost at once
you can't hide, swim away or take air into your lungs
to scream for help that won't come

and oftentimes I am awoken
at three in the morning by screams in the attic
I'll run upstairs, wrench the door open
call out a warning (and try not to sound panicked)
but my hammering heart hears the voices
of spirits that tempt us, the scorn that they've spoken
I'll remember the sad frightened noises
of an old friend who dreamt once of storms on the ocean

and black eyes looking up from below