“Such wildly fluctuating phase changes reflect light with what is known as critical opalescence.” -Peter Galison
Today has been a strange day, added to yesterday’s strange day. The bus tunnel was closed when I went to catch the bus, of an apparent fire. Of course, it was a faulty heat detector and there was no fire. That’s what the past few days have been- fire alarms for no fire. Even the stove light is stuck on, always indicating a hot burner.
Seattle is a place of shifting phases for me. I’ve been meeting some wonderful people, but it stills very much like a solo adventure here. I’d like to think that I’m headed towards critical opalescence. All sorts of glimmer and shine.
So I’m trying to make a space for myself now. I bought some lights, found some more sage incense, and I have a lovely four pawed roommate who has begun to curl up in my overstuffed chair. I am using the work I’ve been writing at work to launch into actual work, and I’m bringing my day-dreams to the page. I just needed a bit of chaos to get myself ordered again.