a quick note...
I was surprised when I realized that I hadn't forgotten how to drive my car today, but I suppose it hasn't really been that long since my last driving experience. On my way back from a bookmaking festival (a poor replacement for seeing old friends) I stopped and noticed how beautiful the stars were... something I do miss living in a light-polluted city. As I drove home, I listened to Glósóli and everything seemed enchanted and fragile, even from behind the steering wheel of a Jetta. The only thing that feels wrong about coming back here is that it no longer smells like home, and that's a sure sign to me that I am growing up and moving on...