Run Away

There’s a need to say something—but what?

That I’ve run away from home again?

That I’m trying to figure out why Pablo Fanques Fair was such a scene?

That the scree and other debris that gets in my shoes is really comforting?

No.

I’ve run away from home on a fast ferry!

I’m picking off a dozen deer ticks before I get the Lyme bullseye rash.

I don’t want the Lyme. I don’t want the Covid.

I left my neighborhood for another neighborhood—pictures tomorrow.

Stay tuned—more news at 11.

What I’m Reading:

“I am here not only to evade for a while the clamor and filth and confusion of the cultural apparatus but also to confront, immediately and directly if it’s possible, the bare bones of existence, the elemental and fundamental, the bedrock which sustains us.”

— Edward Abbey / Desert Solitaire