T-minus 40 days and 40 nights till I turn in my final paper, feel the flood, swallow the West River, allah that. I’m hanging in there, cracking knuckles and shading in shallows, drafting blueprints, dragging footprints, keeping all my promises by making none.

Wish we could hang out, Vancouver. Get some tea, some sushi, trouble ourselves for fun. I yearned then turned away, on campus every day, casting a wide net on the job prowl and very well will get stolen away by a new city. The world by the long tail. Sleep when I’m said.

British Columbia has the best garbage on earth.






I hope it’s not too creepy. I saw you but you didn’t see me. I didn’t have the guts time to say hi.



  • anna

    March 31, 2009 at 9:09 pm

    drinking in these images with tea.
    thank you for putting these up. it is always a delight to read and see the sights.
    glory wishes on the school and searching!

    many missings,

  • Gabe

    April 22, 2009 at 7:34 am

    It says “here are some pics” but then there is only ONE! I feel so cheated … was expecting a signature Megh one-pic-linked-per-word-of-the-phrase!

  • megh

    April 22, 2009 at 9:09 am

    There are six pictures in that link; if you click on the righthand side of the image, you can proceed to the next one. Are you perhaps using an out-of-date browser? Tries it again.

  • decker

    May 12, 2009 at 7:22 am

    wonderful batch of photos. thanks.

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