it is said that lewis, perhaps it was clark, one of these offed himself some time after finishing the much acclaimed exploration of the Northwest.
this doesn't surprise me, having discovered that there's so little to anything, and the more you know the more YOU REALLY KNOW.

and so here I am in Portland. on the verge of an art career. Exploring the gallery scene here. And taking in the romance of the landscapes. Mount Hood, The Gorge, The Pacific.

And each moment my journey becomes that much more mysterious. that much more meaningful and meaningless, that much more selfish and selfless, and this human thing, it can bite, it can bite like a dusty, old, barnyard dog.