May 2017
Portland
This is how I read it. I have a poetic experience everytime I go to Portland. Generally I have some good coffee, some good food, but I walk over the bridges and I’m like, “man there’s somethin here man, there’s somethin goin on here,” and it never goes away. But I feed on it. I think I have a good relationship with the Portland spirits that just lie beneath the city, maybe also in the water there.