fog arinna i look out my window into the mist. everything is half invisible and somehow that seems quite appropriate 010622 ... KnockDownDragOut Aaron always called fog "tangible emptiness" and we laughed at him for it. Even though I've seen it now I still refuse to accept it. 010623 ... belly fire I hate driving through it at night because it's both terrifying and exhilerating at the same time. There could be empty road on the other side of the dense white nothing in front of me...or there could be another set of headlights...maybe I'm on the wrong side of the road. Maybe someone else is. It settles in the strangest places...usually the most perilous. Sharp curves, tree-lined shoulders, low areas and crests of hills. Looking like nothing more than crude cobwebs - it will suddenly blanche white and take the world away. And then it's gone. And all the while I can still see the jackass right on my bumper. 020817 ... monee brain fog 050102 ... fishawk On the train to work: "operators, due to the thick fog throughout the city this_morning please slow down to allow the vehicle to be seen by riders" So that no one missed their ride because they couldn't see it through the fog... 150113 ... kerry last night i went to bed cold, not realizing two windows were cracked. the foghorns were singing this kind of whale song, comforting in its slow regularity, and when i huddled up under the quilt to make myself feel warmer i thought, “i’m nestled in a nook deep in this house, under everyone, a little critter.” i had the image of a little red squirrel curled in a ball, sleepy and warm, and i passed out. for a moment when i woke up i wasn’t sure where i was but i didn’t mind--it’s a not-knowing that i have when i’m away but okay, away and relieved. and i’m definitely far far away and relieved and sublimely relaxed. i sat up and saw the quilt half on the floor and heard birds chirping and thought how nice to swap heat and pavement for fog and grass. and maybe we will go to the ocean. 210830 ... raze it was here when i_woke_up. it didn't leave all day. when i was a child, christmas_eve was buried beneath snow. now it's a cool haze, with a thin layer of gauze thrown over every bloated bulb that aims to carve the night into something more than darkness. 231224 what's it to you? who go blather from