dots>connections

at present, i'm in a small rectangular room with three computers, one iced tea, one bottle of water, fluorescent lights, and lots of books. i hear chatter in the hallway outside and feel an odd, lurking dread in my stomach. the past weeks have been hectic, and it seems (momentarily) i see more dots than connections.

but this is beside the point.

the point is i'm getting together with Jache tonight, and i packed my bag with various totems and implements of witch-doctory before leaving my apartment. between now and our rendezvous on the beach, i plan to sit in a larger rectangular room and talk about Marilyn Monroe's vagina.