Hello,

The girl who has always appreciated a good opening is left with no way to open tonight. I have been drinking wine, I ate dinner and had a few friends over. I am feeling parallel to myself, as usual, and I have no way to connect the two lines, which is always a precious mathematical gem translated in literature as yourself and the inevitable horizon--You will never meet, you are oceans away, depending on where you live. In this case, I can't get past the street.

ho hum, and all. I am not writing this to be a bummer but a sort-of-geographer, who maps the whereabouts of myself at any given time. Without getting too new-agey, you know very well that you are never really here, but mostly over there or sometimes elsewhere. So I am in the streets, in the gutter precisely, but as one man once said "looking at the stars." With that said, Orion has always been a comfort, but mostly because it is the only constellation I can find.

Perhaps that why the summers feel so lawless. The night sky with its clouds look more like a t-shirt I own than anything vast. Vastness has consistency, fashion does not. You may disagree, even that is consistent enough for me.

But I do not feel particularly uncanny, or out of the ordinary, because I have always felt the summer to be the unknowable. What will I do this time? What will others do to me? We have suddenly become neighbors to the whole city because it's hot and the blood is hot and smokes out the good old look-out post! There are no icebergs, but dense packs of dogs in heat! woof.

Beware your night time extravaganzas, or love them for what they are.

Erin