A good time for an intermission...

Time to take a brief break. Such density needs air to breathe. Evaluating essays now, for Gorman, and the kids words are all the breath I need. Eraser rubbings make my area a little filthy, mixed with cigarette ash. A fourth cup of coffee is on me, and these important things are due today. Time management's on my back.

Full of guests here. Full of guests and essays, and interns on the way. This desert weather is almost romantic, and so I mention it. Fall is so thinly expressed here, and not necessarily in weather terms. Biorhythms, and brainwaves. Thoughts begin to ground themselves, as leaf re-matters. Gravity asks for recombination. I look forward to a reading of my charts by the Australian. Someday via mail. Letters of guesses to retrofit me.

Obviously to you or not, I have been immersed in an accidental problem/project this passed week. Something coming of it, or something going on, or something. I am enjoying myself really. Observably, the thing to fold is troublingly dense. Difficult to crease, bend, present. (Like a ceremonial gift, of a flag to the survived by), but this one is more sentient, like a serial scent. I have always loved the diary. Or for you who loathe the term diary, the journal, written record of days, the life log. Even this socalled breath from it, dense dense dense. I guess so, therefore I am. No more wedding notes, and no more sermons from the church of the bored. The blog is a blog is a blog. Don't you like how blog echoes blah?

Sigh, yawn. Back to work. I miss everyone.