we are in flux.

flux like planes that depart for india in under 6 hours
like love that blossoms and grows a fire fed too fast and burning too quickly
like coals, old coals, just radiating slight warmth, pleasant to touch but then reignited by the presence of nearby heat.

flux.

this is the first time that leaving anyplace has been hard - no, leaving the ise was hard - this is the first time that leaving home was hard, is hard.

flux.

some months in india, maybe china? fuck, maybe bhutan. dreaming of tashi's banjo. dreaming. dreaming with packed bags and a full heart. an empty belly but inspired soul.

dont leave home with out your knitting needles or pen & paper.
keep the figs and chocolate secret
for beautiful strangers

demetrius