i was only gone for two weeks, but it somehow feels like much, much longer. portland doesn't quite look the same to me now. perhaps i'm being dramatic...but i suppose things are always changing. i just don't notice when they're right in front of me. this kind of difference wouldn't suffocate me usually--combined with angst and ennui, i haven't got a chance.

i ought to stay home tonight and see if some paper-journaling and crafting won't start to get the kinks out of me.