last shots.

slim it down and get over the others. a three solid months in DC was better than I could have predicted. But once the sparkle and flare died down, I realized it's still the same. Transient and apathetic. Faceless and ambivalent. Selfish and histrionic. Small picture people. Some people are still in high school, and some, well, I guess they never leave.

I am not proud of my regression back into this social circle. So I dig and scratch and move from side to side and it gets me nowhere...

...until I realize I can just go up and over it.

So there are the handful of people whom I care about seeing on a day to day basis and another handful of people who live hundreds or thousands of miles away most of the year anyway, in which case distance isn't much of a problem. Outside of that, I'm good.

Back to Baltimore in a month. Until then...

Montreal.
Northwest.
Philadelphia.
Nashville.
[insert location].

maximum summer.

weekend spent thrifting and wading waters, exploring suburbs and sweaty basements.

northern virginia, you aren't so bad after all.

best friends return, late night beers by the pool with the gin blossoms on the stereo and an out-of-tune ukelele.

old flames extinguish and hands reach across beds and couches and floors and carseats more and more these days and that's okay with me.

what does dc mean to me these days? Fort Reno, Common Good City Farm, Brain Food, Teaism.

and as the summer peaks distance will grow between this city and me, once again. Berea Fest this weekend, tour with the The Ambulars the week after, followed by a trip to Montreal with my dad. And then it's August and I go west, buying time from the autumn horizon.

There wasn't supposed to be a plan but whatever formula I concoct every summer, well, it always turns out something like this.