And then, Seattle.
I will write about my experiences at The Ritual later, but as I am still processing them, I will instead post my wanderings of Seattle.
Why does one traveller stay and another one go?
Many steps ago the bus went by without me.
Now I wait for the next bus, leaves. Diesel and electric enters
and you say hi, bus driver, how was your day?
A car halts at a red light,
no more can your feet carry your soul.
So now I'll take the job of getting you home.
-Etched into brick at the corner of Pine and Boren
Handwriting one: Question everything.
Handwriting two: Why?
-Graffiti in the bathroom of Sumptown Coffee Roasters, August 21
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
-Quoted to me in entirety and perfectly by a homeless man on the corner of Pike and Broadway, August 20.
-Shakespeare,
Romeo and Juliet Act 2, Scene 2
^ Having a conversation with the famous Sammy Drain, who found me documenting graffiti and insisted that I needed to take his picture.