10.20.08. at this point my soul has become so scattered that i must realize only
through these simple motions of writing what i am and where in the great void i might
even be....we are back in the midwest, it seems. somewhere in indiana. we've
had some absurdly late nights and early mornings to follow. and i may be alive but not
on the level i have always been before. the air has finally become a million delicious tiny
blades and when she swirls she slices my skin. there is no kaleidoscopic brilliance
yet in the leaves here, not as there was in the northeast, and my eyes are jealous
of those vast and vibrant visions. but i only have to be patient and they will drift and
die in this direction soon..i have also begun to miss the smell of the sea. particularly
the pacific but in the end it's all one big glorious giant roaring and washing the shores
clean all the same. the sand is a disciple of the disintegrating whole. it is a testament
to the stars and to beginningless time. jack wrote that. i may be his soul recycled.
and we may all be recycled souls..we might never know. one thing i do know is that
these shows, for the majority, have been going extremely well and being out with
tyrone and the boys is quite a grand excursion to find yourself on in the midst of such
turning times. it feels real and i am continually inspired by him and everyone that comes
so graciously to show us love and support. we only have six left, and then it's back across
the great spine to our golden westward end. we have driven almost forty thousand miles
since we started this mad race in april. forty thousand. pavement slipping evermore
beneath our floating feet. disappearing until discovered again.....