Postcards from my Working Vacation

Off hand observations from my stay here in Jax.

~ A modern city without graffiti is a child's song rendered mute by fear.

~ The liquor section in the grocery stores here are roughly five times the size of the fruit juice section.

~ Oh Jacksonville, why does even your filtered water taste like recycled tears?

~ There is an apparent population ratio of one lawyer per every five citizens.

~ I've forgotten how much I miss the ocean's roar at night and the crisp bright stars hanging far above them.

~ I love that despite being a state away from home, when I step outside for a smoke I can hear the mournful engine's roar off the tracks down the road some.

~ Strange how a single brief nap has released my thoughts from a terrible fascination that has been consumming me since my arrival here, where as the solid hours of sleep a night seemed to roll off me without effect. I feel as if I have emerged from a fever state, that suddenly I can hear people clearer and can actually see beyond the shores of memory again to gaze openly into the vastness of the world around me.