long time no update, had a show, etc.

pushing work now into a new direction. more later.

letters in bottles but beyond that it’s anybody’s guess.

• i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again - there’s comfort in the blinking cursor.

• i fail to understand anyone who wishes to be a specialist. but, having said that, i completely understand why someone would become one.

• if there’s something worth saying, i don’t know what it is or where you’d even bother saying it.

• the best utterances are the absurd noises made during sleep.

• i’m missing something but i’m not sure what it is.

ancestry offers no consolation for me. while my curiosity takes me into my family’s past i have no desire to claim a relationship with people from eons past. whether i came from dirt farmers or kings is inconsequential to my current place in time.

as i sit here, now, at 1 in the morning the idea of past riches, great triumphs or terrible defeats offers no solace for me when all i want is a quesadilla from Taco Bell.