Spending time in Seattle is a little bit like buying a pair of high-powered binoculars to look down the train tracks at that weird light that's heading towards you. Seattle is a city perpetually timeless and jet lagged - as far away as a giraffe's head from the country's dual beating hearts of New York City and DC. 

The city rests on an absolute bedrock of code. Code that feeds on lives everywhere as voraciously and implacably as a blue whale gulping krill. In that sense, the inhabitants of Seattle are those who have realized it's better to be on top of the whale than inside it. It is perhaps why all the architecture is as boxy as an early software package. If you pulled the lid of any of the buildings next to the water you might see the packaging for a Windows 95 CD ROM, or a bunch of floppies with a forgotten database.

When you go running past all these horribly efficient buildings down to the water on the lone sunny day, you will be surprised with a bunch of naked people, stripping down next to an old industrial park turned into a playground, covering themselves in body paint before some eldritch streaking ritual for the parade over the hill. Around them buzz photographers immortalizing the moment. Memes infecting other memes like an endless series of smaller wasp larvae. 

Flying back to Miami, amongst the bridal parties and vacationers, over an endless survey of drying rivers and lakes, the ravages of unchecked climate change exposing raw pale edges the exact beige color of army pants. The whole country - a patchwork tinderbox of exposed nerves.  

With the right kind of eyes you can see a little bit of chaos being let in.

-dave