Breaking news: the two sides of John Kerry’s hair have agreed to continue talking. Oh, a few dead potted palms in front of the entrance to the building—time to raise the rent by $500. Walking by a new building that looks like it’s made of styrofoam, I touch it to see. Wait, that is styrofoam. Here in Seattle where it’s always raining, I watch all these new buildings go up — soaking wet particleboard, that must be mold-resistant, right? Sometimes people talk about the endings of movies I’ve never seen, and I rarely wonder about the beginnings. I’m trying to remember what it feels like not to feel like this.