haunt me, haunt me, do it again.

and again....
and again.....


don't forget to write.


there is time and distance.

being at the centre of the world

sometimes i am the luckiest guy.
sometimes i think that i am not, but when i think that i'm pretty sure that i still am and just not thinking properly.

there is magic out there.
come close and find it.

i am in kentucky.
i'm getting trying my best.
home...

go, go, go... no wait... no go... go...

no...
wait... go...

arghhhh

through the forest

it seemed yesterday i was living in a jaan kaplinski poem. when the whole town was down about the snow i decided to take advantage of it. i had the entire wood to myself. the crystal snow still falling and covering my tracks. it was perfect. i laughed a little. i think it's best to laugh by yourself.
i'm so glad i found this sport. i could take a few more months of winter now. yesterday was my first day out by myself and i was listening to music and it was this super engaging thing, to be elsewhere, moving through the woods. hard to be pressed by anything...

once you start you can't stop, once you stop you can't start

sometimes you can just get out of bed and pretend you are not dying.
you get up and have a shower and brush your teeth and then put on some pants and a shirt and you head out the door and the air is fresh and you engage with the city by leaping puddles and bolting through the people with slushy feet and wind blown cheeks and you sit down with your coffee and your breakfast comes and you die again.