This One Goes Up To Eleven
Eleven years ago today I moved to Portland after fourteen months in San Francisco. Most of whatever I’ve done since then which might be of note is on the About page here. Life, at this point, runs on a sort of intertia, staying at rest until and unless acted upon by an outside force. There does not exist any particular desire to be anywhere else, but it remains unclear, for now, whether this is because Portland is where I should be, or simply because no other place yet has beckoned compellingly enough.