Alien-nation

 The trip home, like the trip in, feels massive and alienating despite it being so peopled.  People on devices.  People living a mediated little-screen counterfeit life.  Though I enjoy moving more than I enjoy traffic. Such a thing, a city, everyone yet no-one; crowded singularity.

The delight

We were all giddy from such a lovely long chat with you last night; the swish of your name bouncing around the house.  It's simple bright delight, after work exile on the road. 

Ev curled up on his sleeper in his new room - traded with Aiden, with a couple of sweeteners thrown in.

852 - the alphanumeric of Dylan's tattoo

Aiden in the back of the mommobile on his way to a tail-end-of-the-season game

And later, hiding his face from the camera.  Sunday delight for me.