I was after a specific perspective, a certain line of sight, of this sign. It is the one I walked past nearly every day during my 10 weeks in Portland. There is a memory I have, grey sky and green-paneled building, an unusually warm early morning, blue neon coursing through bending tubes. It is one of my favorite memories of that place. I wish I could find a picture, but I think the scene was too perfect to have happened more than once, and I might've been the only one to see it. So, it will live only in memory, which I'll do my best to strengthen by falling asleep to it tonight.
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