Yesterday

Churchill's again, in Saint John. How long ago was it? April oh-seven? Seems a decade. Just finished the oysters, Stella going down smooth, Guinness and prime melt surely on the way. Another way-stop, finishing up this leg of the career. A frustrating one (in that the end result won't be as desired), but not one that's of concern. For the road ahead holds a Yucatan February, and then profound release down the Camino way, which looms ever grander and more central in the 2009 visions. We wait to see if the first detour will take us down toward Napoli - the paradise of those in a state of intoxicated forgetfulness. Or so said Goethe.

Yes, he thinks as he smiles and looks around and as this Prime Melt arrives. This is not the life for me at 30. And so the elaborate deception and proceedings in place to change it. In all the thinking to come in Spain - let us cast the consciousness back, at one point, to this.