I hope that you like it in your little motel
And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well
Well, I can see it as time and a sight through smell, and
That's why it's nice to be by yourself
--modest mouse, we were dead before the ship even sank
we arrived at Wattsull Inn just as the sun slipped behind the mountain ridge opposite.
in the pause before that much-needed shower+shave, we enjoy what remains of the day over leftovers, 151 rum+cherry coke
instagram friends know well that the boze is an accomplished artist in his own right. ordinally, his work is bone drawings on floors. this evening, he flattered me with a private viewing: concerto no. 1: virginia moutainside sunset revery, with stick
sleep, as it had been from our departure more than a week ago, was broken by troubling dreams.
Wattsull's continental breakfast was shrink-wrapped and preservative soaked-- not, in fact, continental.
But this was happening behind the motel:
we'd intended to stay a few more days, but the motel wifi was congested/impotent and, more importantly, the itch to travel moved us forward