welcome to the sixth month mark for joriel and me in seattle. the standard ‘feels shorter/longer than that’ platitudes spring to mind, but the transitional period i’m tempted to draw upon this milestone amounts to rather familiar grafitti. life *is* transition, at least so far. there’s a flurry of changes here and again, and then a plateau, but i’m more or less constantly deconstructing every last thing that comes down the pike. this is just what english majors fucking do, man. this is how we goddamn roll. of course it’s annoyingly pretentious, but it’s how we make ourselves feel ‘smart’ and ‘in touch’ and ‘not such a complete flake’.