I was going to write about the past few days. Watching a movie over at Jacques with Diane, how free that felt, how aware I suddenly was of my own age and theirs and how lit never matters with the right people. Hitting SinCity with Alistair, Javina, and Nicole and how we brought the fantastic Ross Nukem home to make camping food for us at four in the morning and how we all crashed together around dawn. Taking pictures and odd correspondences. How I’m continuing to be sick pissed off at myself for not having anything for the futuriority project. (That one especially.) But.. but…
I just got a phonecall.
Gavin’s in town.
I’m slightly… unprepared.
I wish I could have a chance to explain why.
My brain needs some sorting.