Nicholas Anderson – The sun is setting upon Puget Sound and it hits the bricks of Pioneer Square they’re animated by its amber, making them look organic, like they might hold life. Maybe they do. There’s someone asleep and twitching under one of those heavy wool blankets that come in the back of U-Hauls. People are wandering around, staring at their phones and I am one of them. There’s a tent anchored with a cinder block to the sidewalk and a guy not much younger than me is crouched inside of it playing a guitar. I wonder if he has tickets to Upstream. Hell, maybe he’s playing it.