tell 'em i ain't coming back
I'm done with New York, save for continuing to support/sort of telepresence-something at NYC Resistor, and the pissing-few things I have in storage.
I said I'd go back. Clung to the thought. Don't want to, any longer.
Finding a way to get everything there, here. Finding a place here, where "here" is currently 21st and Guerrero, and maybe later the badlands of the Mission, the empty zone by the freeway.
I still want to be involved there, but I am far too busy with rediscovered passions to put up with living there.
I am alive and strangely well.
(Hey, LJ. I haven't seen you in a while. Turns out Google Plus is kind of pathetic and Facebook is far worse.)
I said I'd go back. Clung to the thought. Don't want to, any longer.
Finding a way to get everything there, here. Finding a place here, where "here" is currently 21st and Guerrero, and maybe later the badlands of the Mission, the empty zone by the freeway.
I still want to be involved there, but I am far too busy with rediscovered passions to put up with living there.
I am alive and strangely well.
(Hey, LJ. I haven't seen you in a while. Turns out Google Plus is kind of pathetic and Facebook is far worse.)