the fog is a ceiling, a lid, creates that shelter above that pairs so well with an alley, or a shadow, or an alcove, or a small room closed and locked against intrusion. Time flows a little differently, shielded from the rest of the world – time for the mind to calm, reset, step back from the chaos and come back – if not fresh, at least less damaged. A chance to get perspective, of a sort.
Sometimes you’re just better off without too much light.
-note fragment, august 27, 2010
Houseguests who are family are infinitely superior to houseguests who are just related.