tango

things change so fast. 

not me of course.  i never change.  but my luck, my seasonal affect, my sheets… they all flip from state to state with breakneck pace, many times rendering the interim conditions essentially like they never happened for lack of external observation. 

so much has happened since the last time i wrote here.  more than the whole of this log up to this point.  but things are never the same when you write about them from a distance.  and with the constant whirring of change the words written about some semi-solid event could be totally different even hour to hour. 

i am not sure i will write about everything that happened in the gap.  but i will write about some.  and that is really all you can ask for without a voice.