While cleaning up this week, I fumbled over this note (written on the back of a letter dated 12/97) that is yet another fragment of Figment. This title clearly haunted me for years. I'm now powering through a book I had on hold for a little while. But I broke through a hurdle, tore down a dam, surfed over a... basically, I had a brainwave, and I know where I'm going.
For someone with as bad a sense of direction as I have, this is sublime.
In news of the strange, two different interactions caused me to write what I guess are poems this week. One when I brushed up against Somer Canon...
And the other following a conversation with David and Nancy.
Here's hoping your weekend has been glorious and filled with adventure.