a small token peep

my, my, it has been so very,  very long, hasn’t it?

fifty seven days, to be precise… assuming i post before midnight… though i’m already at fifty eight if one counts the time difference… but then again, who’s counting?

and there were so many deep and grand thoughts along the way, so many things just waiting for a few moments to sit, contemplate, articulate…
so many lost to the fog and the fug…

and here i am, almost two months into my grand return, feeling for the most part even more removed than when an ocean stood between myself and this place. i feel alien and uncertain of the terms of daily life, frustrated at details, flabergasted by changes, overwhelmed with the things i’m trying to do, yet inspired…

and i’ve yet to make contact with more than a handful of people, i’ve written not a word, neither here nor in email, in ages, though i’ve thought of it and closed the window more than once when nothing clear came to mind to say…

everything is distracted, and focused elsewhere, and though i’m not chronicling it yet, much is going on…

and thus i click post, though it’s crap, to at least have finally clicked post…

bisous et bonne nuit

~ by velvetmonkeywrench on 18 February, 2009.