I like when Ming takes pictures. This one I don’t understand how the pages of the music book could be so glowy. We were at the end of the pier. I was singing in Sanskrit.
Going to the big water at the edge of the continent with a desert friend felt amazing. I thought by the last day, they would be tired of talking to me. But they were very open and attentive and could sustain a lot of conversation. I was surprised. We both said things to each other we’d never said to anyone before.
I feel a fresh perspective on everything. Many many things seem possible. Travel is good for helping me get unstuck, those little stuck places.
Should I eat whatever meal it would be, if I ate a meal now? Should I go to bed? Should I do some zine work? Ming turned on the heater in the bedroom.