There has been almost a foot of snow in the last week and its getting close to 20 below celsius.
I yearn for Vancouver where no one is helpful and its rainy and the view from the airport surrounds the water like a translucent amorphus web

Where i can walk for hours

Where there are cedars,holly,junipers and ferns. Where the air is so moist the salt clings to your skin.

Where everything is fecund

If you know where to go you can live all yourself on sushi and lebanese pastries (the ones with figs and hoeny)

Theres a show every week and there is a train that races the ocean if you want to go to seattle or california
where i can go to 12 galleries a week and see good art instead of having the same convos in the same two galleries with the same people . I am bored here , i need to feel the earth move and my body shake with something other then exhaustion. An exhaustion that makes me post the same entry twice and lose the prolouge .





Geoff is in Brisbane and i miss my 2 am icqs though hes mailed everyday and i want to get drunk on gin and pineapple juice and have sex in the middle of jasper avenue . But i will write and keep warm and with my blanket on my shoulders like a cape . In June i get to go east again , all the way to june.