Sudden flashback to how much I was sad, depressed, and constantly fighting suicidal ideation when I was living in Seattle. I don’t miss that shit at all. Don’t miss the lack of sun. Don’t miss that untraceable hum filling my apartment so I had trouble sleeping. Don’t miss living in a place rapidly becoming unaffordable for an artist to live.
@anthracite I used to like the scrappy energy of parts of Pinehurst and Lake City, which were secretly fantastic and incubated some wonderful things. A decade ago, Lake City was the Persian district, if you knew how to look, and you could get saffron ice cream in any number of friendly little shops. That's been pushed out and Lake City feels very, very grim now.