---
id: "codex://object/seattle-tacoma"
archive_id: "seattle-tacoma"
slug: "seattle-tacoma"
url: "https://ndcodex.com/objects/seattle-tacoma/"
type: "scroll"
title: "Seattle, Tacoma"
summary: "mountain and bay. I break. for me. to pray. to resist. superstition. and think. that God. knows better. fear and loathing in my chair. fear and loathing in the air. no edge to it. no door. that isn’t already inside it"
date_published: "2026-04-27T22:46:15.417Z"
date_modified: "2026-04-27T22:46:15.417Z"
status: "published"
visibility: "public"
language: "en-US"
axes:
  scale: "meso"
  depth: "surface"
  focus: "system"
  function: "diagnostic"
themes: []
constellations: []
tags: []
keywords:
  - "Scroll"
author:
  id: "nathan-davis"
  name: "Nathan Davis"
  designation: "Archive Operator"
  role: "Archive Operator"
  handle: "@nathandavis"
  avatar: "/media/people/nathan-davis.jpg"
  bio: "Designer, builder, and curator of the Codex Archive."
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    name: "Nathan Davis"
    designation: "Archive Operator"
    role: "Archive Operator"
    handle: "@nathandavis"
    avatar: "/media/people/nathan-davis.jpg"
    bio: "Designer, builder, and curator of the Codex Archive."
relations: []
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---
Seattle, Tacoma  

mountain and bay  

I break  
for me  

to pray  

to resist  
superstition  

and think  
that God  
knows better  


fear and loathing in my chair  
fear and loathing in the air  

no edge to it  
no door  
that isn’t already inside it  


the prescient  
the ident  
the marker of memory  

the insistence  
of an entity  
to continue  
using tissue  


the seat  
and chair  

the commander  
of a trillion  


scroll  
say  
point  
speak  
write  
click  
snap  


peace for the rebels  

I doubt that  

you’d need the force  
for sure  


deep hues  

shadow collectives  

resurface maul  

point him  
at the empire  


a light at the edge  

the ass end  
of galaxies  

the nazareth  
of space operas  


so much anxiety  

prednisone  
and caffeine  

nothing in here  
wants to be still  


the curler next  

a puppy lies  
in her kneaded blanket  

pure bliss  

stairs  

anxiety  


daughters off to the gym  

borrowed the headphones  

drive safe  


I digress  

the banana bread  
is ready