had lunch at quincy market (or course) and then did some of the harbour walk. it was freezing. but found a sheltered spot. watched all of the office workers strut by in their suits and new balance/asics gels on their lunch hour.
thought about how cities carry the ghosts of people that were once there. the ghosts of my own past still lingered. even in the places they had never been. the air seemed to carry the memories to me.
daily: post hot choc and reading took the 't' downtown to go about all of my cultural stuff. because im great.