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Sorry about the absenteeism... duty calls: one month mind-fuckingly hard work, one month mind-numbingly hard drinkin' n carousin', and this one trekking across and around this strangely large and largely strange country. And Canada. woot.

My brief hospitalization aside, it's been fun more or less through and through. My only gripe is that on this trip, which has a certain tacit flavor of the need for closure, a clean cleaving of loose ends, a tabula rasa for a new life, a tracing out of the eternal threads tying endings to new beginnings, or (were one inclined to take a simple analogy to ethereal heights) the promise of rebirth in death heralded by Osiris-Dionysus mystery cults or the cyclic infinite of Ouroboros...

Where was I? Oh right... so on this trip I've managed to get halfway through three books (A Man in Full, V, Blood Meridian) and then have them instantaneously unsubstantiate from this sphere of existence. I have a feeling I'll get home and try to finish all three at once and confuse the narratives until I think I'm reading about the search for an enigmatic indian killer in 90s Atlanta. Which doesn't sound that bad, after all.

Back soon.