The moon is to Antarctica as the Horsehead Nebula is to my breathing, living soul. Two unrelated, yet barren objects, both terrifyingly brilliant, yet one is astronomical and the other is extremely earthly and natural.

Congrats to Jonathan's futon, William's pizza slice, Mark-Patrick-Alberto-Marisa-Howard's company in Ace Deuce, Craig's capacity to further the human race, Ryan's technical workmanship, and Julie's everything.

Sitting at Jon's computer in Grand Rapids...thinking, feeling apologetic, calm, and disconnected, in a constant state of flux, of course happy in my own little world. The Master's words speak truthfully last night when he spoke of the near full moon last night and the clear, black night sky--I didn't want to leave the room, fall out of the window and drown in the ink.

Already or soon to be a cold weather Gandhi.