a rough approximation of me the morning after new york. already taught today. from a stupor. like a stick sticking out of a pond. gross. memorable. ineffective.

on sunday, when we left for new york, i had kitty litter glued to my fingers, $3.15 in change and no access to my bank account. i came back with a sunburn, 417 noncommittal snapshots and 17 cents.

the trip broke me open in exactly the way i needed. met exactly the people i needed to meet. heard exactly the ideas i needed to hear. tremendous success.

and now, back to bed.