I snapped the two pictures below on my camera phone in the loop whilst walking home on thursday. I didn't realize it was in the 'small' format which makes the shitty resolution of the camera phone even shittier. It really was neat - it was pouring down rain and the sky was nearly black over the lake, but bright sun shone from the west casting skyscrapers in silhouette while fog literally swirled around them. Neat. I've got to bring my camera-proper with me more often.

I'm at work now and the subject of death just came to me. I was thinking about late at night when I duck out of my house for a smoke under the street light out front, I always think of Matt Lazzara. We used to meet in the alley to sneak smokes and the like at night and during the day. One winter there was a huge pile of filthy snow that must have stayed in one corner of the alley from october to march. It formed a sort of seat, and we named it for the chair that the last bad guy sat on in this Playstation videogame we'd play at Sean Mathy's house. Our meeting spot was 'The Throne of Broken Car Parts', and that spot will always be named that way to me.

The other thing I was thinking about was Matt's Friendster profile, which still exists. It's nearly two years since he's updated it, and a year and a half or so since he died, yet there it stays. I visit it from time to time and it used to get me kind of choked up, but now it just makes me laugh. I'm really glad it's still there.

We must leave behind the strangest little legacies when we're gone. I remember finding a handprint on the wall of the basement that probably belonged to my brother Mike years after he died. We must really affect the world in a million small and strange ways. I'm grateful for that.