My blog has been lonely. I left her for the year, partly due to more pressing obligatIons
and illnesses, and recoveries, and a boredom with writing. I went through a final metamorphosis, first from near death-lIke revelation, an otherworldly consciousness of what is real outside this pathetic planet, and a sense of futility in participating in the race, both the human and cIrcular rat race.
I went from a taste In Coach bags to a new breed apocacalyptIc hIppIe, wIth everythIng worn ImagIned through the ImagInatIve lens of Jerusalem Year 1.