i couldn't remember my dreams from last night. i waited too long to write them down.

there is a little stab in my heart when the weather report extends to the obx. i imagine all the little shops are opening up and the waitresses are making more money.

like naples living in the shadow of vesuvias,
out there,
never knowing when the shores will up and disappear. the roads will be washed away and the traces of our presence will be extinguished.