I had so many disparate experiences in the last day that I think perhaps I should go to bed. The Vonnegut quote (live in New York but leave before you get hard, live in No. California but leave before you get soft- a direct quote until I figure out how to link stuff) was mentioned today and I’m not sure if I miss the hard or long for the soft. I feel utterly in transit. Every moment today in the city was intensely beautiful but way too intense at the same time. It seems impossible that I would ever come back for good but impossible that I could stay away so long. All of it is ridiculous and my sister-in-law Melissa is making a rare and wonderful appearance tomorrow so I should STFU and go to bed.

G’night, ya’ll!