council crest is such a sacred-feeling place. it’s a small park up on a huge hill above portland, oregon. a 360 degree view, and at night it’s like you’re standing in a sea of lights. i went there with some old fling of mine, and i have yet to return. i’d like to, someday, it’s one of those hazy legendary places in my memory. it’d be tight just to sit there alone at night and play my shakuhachi.
