Last night Alex and I went to a party downtown, not quite knowing what to expect, although we were expecting something different than what we got. What we got was an art project, orchestrated by two people from Portland. They get some kids together to build cardboard houses, a living space, a community in miniature and metaphor, for the geography that doesn't cut it. Talked to two people who make music and have record deals, one of whom I've talked shit on in the past. Didn't know who they were until I left.

Went back this morning, planted the homes in the dirt that lies beneath some pavement on a street that's soon to be repaved.

Rode back on the bus and saw a car with a We Shall All Be Healed sticker affixed to the glove compartment.

Olympia.