travel reads : shouldn’t these ancient sufferings of ours finally start to bear fruit?
South Street gave me a blister, again.
fucking exhausted. got maybe an hour of sleep in the last thirty six hours and spent the better part of the last nine hours wandering around. if i wasn’t going to be spending all of tomorrow walking i’d just walk these streets all night until i collapsed.
some kind of something going on at city hall.
The LOVE sculpture is so much smaller than I thought it’d be.
Train was delayed so I didn’t get to spend as much time walking around Pittsburgh as I had hoped.