Tomorrow I will step inside the belly of an airplane, sit in a too-cozy seat next to other lumpy Americans or non-Americans, sip on orange juice, examine the lives of the barely famous elite and eventually (toes crossed) land in the mediocre city of Newark. I haven't been back to the east coast in one year and two months and I miss my family and compadres immensely. I may not post to this website while I'm there, which is fine in the greater scheme of things. Other things might be going on around me and I should probably pay attention. More later.
By the way, I recently received an email enquiring about my use of the phrase "more later". If I think about it without wrinkling my brow too much, I think I may use these two words as motivation to continue the words or actions that have taken place. I like to think of correspondence carrying on like seeds (even if there are just a few words exchanged). Despite its lack of skin, eyes, and breath, a written exchange is energy and energy doesn't die. To me there are no goodbyes.