Thursday, January 30, 2020

Tacos and Torches

Got to hang out and talk hydroponics, eat tacos, and enjoy the firelight. A coyote howled from an abandoned cemetery nearby. My life's GPS is set on story-finder.

The thesis draft continues to gel, and it feels like bringing something to life. I like it.

The North Carolina air has a crisp edge, but I haven't seen snow since leaving Meditation Center. Perhaps snow is something that will disappear altogether in the coming decades in the South.

I love the urban-industrial edge that my life is taking. There should be train songs to go with these tracks.