...and feel what reaches back.

A solid day and a half with a short interval of sleep running around the Iowa/Minnesota back-country alongside the companionable wanderlust of auto_destruct. So much ground covered. So many photos. So much mad, wild Weird howling down the empty road on the edge of our tail lights. Holy shit, man.

( So that happened. )

Consider this a statement of intent.

PS

Augh, part of me can't believe I'm doing this. I'm actually writing some of the myth. It's trajectory is clocksong. If you want to hear anything about the crazy that I believe to comprise the wider world, you can go ahead and add me over there. I may not filter you in right away, or ever, and for that I apologize in advance. This shit is scary, and I'm trying.

I will not make any account for what is allegory and what I believe to be objectively true, and I will not make much of one for what I know from conjecture and what I know from experience. Those things are mine and mine alone. Sometimes, I find words that work for these things from a lot of different sources. They're never perfect, but we live in a broken place, and with only 2/3 of the conceptual verbiage that I need to describe existence entire, I do what I can. Consider it semaphore if you must.

(Edited to add: if you're already added on there, and you want to see business, comment. The above admonition stands, lovelies. Sorry I'm such a weirdo.)