spent too few intense bits of random time/space...
such intensity under such garbs of beauty and shyness.
lost.

My fading recollection of biology includes the base of protons, neutrons, electrons, and the like. The positive and negative smatter bits spinning and stumbling around. The defiantly neutral bits as well. Sometimes, I think of people in this way for the energy they bring with them.

Seattle is a big, small town. We, as smatter bits, run into the same other smatter bits all the time. Most fade into the crowd of neutral charges. But isn't it grand when you see one of your favourites? One grin, for whatever reason, and your whole night is brighter. All positive and glowy. That is Art, a kindred smatter bit.

Yes, in this preposterous metaphor, Art plays the hero proton...

Art is a confident beautiful man who inspires me to bring passion to my world.