How all is chugging along in language and object-illusion! My desires are summounting as per usual.
I’m delighted I will again be in great movement. How I relish movement of any sort, especially that greater than my own body. Trains most of all. Planes are necessary for those far flung places–or flung far from my own self–thanks to language not to mention object-illusion. Though I’m not complaining and certainly I acknowledge the subtext of my privilege, alongside my environmental footprint.
Anyway, I must dash and dot. It’s been great checking in with you–my archi-writing self–and finding you in la langue.