Debris.

Debris.

Contact made. Links long forgotten re-established. Compliments from a drunken and obviously delusional elderly gent of curious Asian-Pacific genetic heritage take, noted, and reflected on. Heart to heart with Craig with unexpected observations on my life, and his. Travis has changed but not changed. Greg – oddly somewhat distant. Daryl always was and always will be an odd one to figure out, but seemingly ok at the moment. Doing as Daryl does, one might say. Myles & Tash – no show. Louise – no show (partner’s grandmother’s funeral). Stephen – no show. Me: Dreams highly symbolic as a path for future reference. Telling me what to do, you might say. Still feel like I’m swirling on the breeze of disenchantment.

Saturday spent reading Hunter S. Thompson. That says it all, really.