True Believers,

‘We are whirling through endless space with an inconceivable speed, all around us everything is spinning, everything is moving, everywhere is energy. There must be some way of availing ourselves of this energy more directly.’
--Nicola Tesla

The time has come to expect damage. Yesterday afternoon, I ran around Murray Hill looking for a church. Two were locked. Jumped on the 6, & down in the Village found a pew. I knelt & cried in gratitude. That was a new one.

I see signs everywhere & I am not alone. Ask your friends. Tune your radar a bit higher—you’ll be found. Wonder at god & god wonders back. We have a curious relationship, but it seemingly satisfies us both. All warning & thanks.

On the horizon lies a return to Gettysburg, uncertain days, friends near & across states, financial strains, many discoveries.

Still, the days pass lackless & caffeinated. My thesis is signsealeddelivered & a couple of unlucky readers have their own copies stuffed in drawers. Though they both have been indicted within its pages. Love to us all.

Myself writes curriculum by day & notpoems by night. Myself has a pile of notpoems. Good thing, too--myself was told he is loved for his words. These notpoems have many words.

In the coming weeks, friends scatter to the heart of our country & places west. But we hold parts of their hearts for safekeeping in our freezers. They will return.

There are people who hold parts of our hearts in their freezers. For good or ill. Again: we expect damage. But our foundations are reeling.

We believe things happen for certain reasons. That the world is neither Right nor Fair, but that one thing follows another. This may be true, may be something greater, but it tugs inside our skulls. So much cannot be because we lack.

Through the winter months, we mutter many things will change but find inaction ceases to comfort. Send word. We are ill-content & bursting.