I've been in the wind, for a while. But I'm also the person that will spew a million rhetoric than offer a single straight explanation. That's because I can never do without illusion and poetry. But in explanation, I've been absent because I had better things to do.
With better things gone life is gradually shifting back to its former disharmony. I believe it's time I start writing here again and preserve the little order my life has. I do not believe it is time yet to have a shave. This means that the time is somewhere in between, where the touch of things long gone linger and caress my fingertips and the high expectations, apprehensions, hopes for the next chapter beckons. But I am not ready for the next chapter yet.
For now I need to continue my stupor my crazed tear binge my loneliness. I need to remain in the footer. I think I'll blog soon. About music. Pretentious music.
I've been in the wind enjoying my lover and now I'm left with the company of John Zorn and Sun Ra; criticizing Roman Polanski and rediscovering SM Sultan.