'...do you miss me, miss misery, like you say you do...'

Missed opportunites? Mispent youth? Is something really mispent if so much is learned from it? Melancholy. Mixed news from several quarters back home today: health problems, marital problems, psychological problems... These things set thought and worry in motion, motivate self-evaluation, self-doubt...and that terrible feeling of helplessness that sometimes comes so far from home. Helplessness...is that even a proper word? Feels like it should be echoing down a deserted urban canyon. Nothing to be done, of course, but these are the moments that stick. Life. Always sticking on the rough patches and never on the smooth ones. Memory can't stick to a smooth surface, it would seem, only one that's been roughed up a bit.
Beautiful. Chilly. Good for camping.
God bless Elliott Smith.