From the Big EASY to the Big HEAVY I go.

My trip to New Orleans was unforgettable, and probably will be till the very end. Not much happened when you think about it. I had 10 days off from work, spent the majority of time with my dearest friends and colleagues, put on 3 plays, ate some poboys, drank some beer, waded through some early morning mist, sailed along the tides of a vague nostalgia. Not much in the grand scheme of things.

But the energy, enthusiasm, connection, devotion that seemed to permeate every moment of the trip was an extraordinary, sustained reminder of what 's most important to me in the midst of this world's commotion.

The experience traipsed along casually, and the environment was welcoming, the friends I made were wonderful, and what we did was exhilarating. It's not for me to hope for anything else from life.

Now, I am once again bombarded by the long commute, the heavy negative spaces around me, the grandiose importance of seconds, the pushing and shoving, lunging and lurching, ever climbing and clawing, writhing of so many parasites, quickening the swollen carcass of the multitude.

I came from South to North to lose my true North, my bearings, to have to explore again and rediscover some way to get back.