when everything has washed away

think tonight about flax, the plant. and of course also the best art supply store ever in san francisco, flax. i'd pay perhaps 500$ at this very moment for it to be a sunny late morning, riding my bike up valencia to that store, stopping of course on the way at herbivore for their killer basil pesto tofu scramble. truly-truly, one of my perhaps top five meals of all time. why do i have san francisco on the mind today? something about thinking about food [eating shitty box noodle soup makes you dream of all the foods you wish you were enjoying, right?] yields to thoughts of san francisco. or truly-truly, eluding subjects that only belong spoken about under the covers, static on touchable journal pages.

but chicago! the city with the best brunch ever. the city with so many yarn stores i can't keep up. the city that makes me dream of hot dogs. the city to which this weekend i will make my seventh trip in eight months. you'd think i'd fallen in love. laugh.

josé gonzález is going to be on conan tonight! that's soon!

high tomorrow for detroit is 64, btw. 64! might have to take out the bike.