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What happens when the absence of words takes over? What do you do with all that silence? Do you live inside? How much terrain exists in there? Entire universes? Do you feel like a child again?

It's been many months since my last post and I've had to break my pact with this blog. There have been a lot things going on that I just didn't have the time nor patience to catalog.

I will say that I've grown exponentially - mentally physically, spiritually - i may have just gone through a Kafkian metamorphosis, except I don't have six legs but my eyes are certainly compacted.

I've noticed things I never noticed before, things about myself and the people around me I never realized.

My quest to understand what's out there, the cosmos had led me inexorably back to a place where all things begin, inside our imagination...

...so much so that I'm now considering to write a novel, graphic or just a book.

My roommate is away and I should take advantage of this time.

The bike rests against a wall to my right, below the blackboard. The tires have little air, the single brake cable is shot, and I haven't had a ride in months.

I'll have to fix that.

Summer might be a good time to get out there.