Sukhothai dog

part 1

this rambling satori-eyed bodhisattva:

photograph by Deb Huber

was caught on film, presumably in Oakland, by a big-eyed hobo photographer.

part 2

i met Deb(bie) just over two years on a Saturday night at the same restaurant, on the same crab-infested couch, where i once drank quinine and ate brownies with my sister in the rain. a high school friend of Saylor's, she was on her way to New Orleans with little more than a camera and rucksack. her ultimate destination was San Francisco, and although i did not know it then, she was a harbinger of departures to come:

my sister - 30 May 2008
Mardou - 13 June 2008
La Cienega - 12 October 2008
Saylor - 20 November 2008
Tarah - 22 November 2008

part 3

it's a rainy morning in south Florida, and i have spent my entire weekend reading the words of famous dead Frenchmen and obscure living Americans. summer is around the corner. i feel anticipation in my fingers and restlessness in my heart. i turned on the computer expecting to say nothing. instead:

a shining dog.

a faded picture.

a woman i barely know.

i find myself

remembering

the things that came

and left

before.