Boulder rocks

my yin is leaving for Boulder in a few hours, and after she contorts herself in the living room floor, we're going to eat some fruit and sit around with our eyes closed for a while. but this is beside the point.

the point is that the last time i was in Colorado, i was fleeing.
the abbreviated version goes something like this:

after a few weeks doing my best Jack Kerouac impersonation, looking for those elusive Denver doldrums, i decided to fill out my oeuvre by devoting a couple of months to my Bill Burroughs. the role proved to be more involved than i had anticipated, and it was during fore-mentioned flee, somewhere in east Kansas, on the floor of a hotel room, with a fifteen year old Camry in the parking lot and a U-Haul in tow, that i began to understand what kind of commitment the role would require...