This was 8 years, 7 months, 21 days ago

oh here it comes oh here it comes. in the distance. chugging along. turning the corner.

sudden whiff of summer, full of empty rooms where this internalized superego of a bustling studio will no longer exist, among other absences.

slowly I can feel myself becoming real again. not quite yet -- there's a week left, or two, but it's there. a dehydrated self swelling, absorbing, growing. the anticipation of cool night breezes, walks, bike rides. nights where nobody's around. decisions to be made. mumbai, istanbul, new york, jordan, korea, etc, the building of a machine, the lighting of a bonfire, the opening of a book, hurricanes, farms, books, readings, libraries, ..