I woke up this morning at 5.43, and instead of grunting and going back to sleep, I reached over, turned on the radio, and watched the clock move towards 6am. As the nine resolved into a zero, I thought ahead one week. That’s when I’ll be starting: 6am next Friday.
Tick tock, or in this world of digital,”…. ….”
For many years now I've left a trail of flecks across the Internet. Just begun novels; explorations of culture, music, writing, food, the future, mountains, long distances, shallow oceans, deep canyons; oddly-composed music; even more oddly-constructed poetry; impassioned editorial; strident analysis, and a slew of images, sounds, and scribbles. Most of this has passed into the aether, waiting only for some semi-sentient algorithm to pull it from obscurity twenty years hence. In the meantime, there is this lodestone, gathering what it can.
Michelle
on May 22nd, 2009
@ 12:36 pm:
This post filled me with nervous anticipation on your behalf.
May the force be with you next week.