There are moments when I am in constant arrival and think, is this what economic citizenry is, what the social is?


As I try to pinpoint that point of arrival through work focussed after years of drift and I see the entirety of my family placed and comfortable all I have is memory, senses, a willingness, the risk of my limits, and just the Pinteresque kindness of strangers, camaraderies at midnight but in Tom Waits intonations ”it ain’t all Moon of Alabama”.

And sometimes I just don’t know, and that’s enough desolation for the entirety of my voyages but I have this earth, or we voyagers whomsoever, cuffs and spectrum, angels and da Vinci…and just a soft step and jacket is all I need right now…