"Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race."

- H. G. Wells

Goodnight My Someone

Haven't been blogging much lately. I think I've needed some time to reprise this cadence cadenza...

Today I moved about the sleepy Sunday streets of San Diego. I slept in all day, woke up late around 4:30pm. The light was fading as soon as I took to the streets. My priorities have been shot for the day.

Fall is setting in. It's an electric experience. The combination of warm days, cool evenings and the brisk air adds a tingle through my central nervous system as I swoop around my route through the metropolis.

Today I feel that there is an endocrinology of elation and despair, a chemistry of mystical insight, and; in life and our relation to the universe, an astrophysics of changing moods.

Time and again we’re faced with the parable of existing as humans, coping with the might of the forces around us…and I see civilization and modernity collapse into a sort of escapism. This idea is symbolically reinforced in the steel frame of this bicycle; the feeling, more than the idea in some ways, of going somewhere, of "getting away." It is in escapism that we begin to lose ourselves; a reminder by the nature which had us as we are; many things today for myself remain aloof.

I miss someone intensely. She's very far away, I may have screwed things up...

But maybe this is the fuel for the fires of a literary motif of something grand, a book, a collection of writings, sketches, and examples entitled, "Blue Machine." It will be the focus of an intense, ongoing project.