3/6/10

We are not free from the laws of nature, and we live like earthquakes and forests. The world is not in fact a delicate system, ticking like a rhythmic watch. The second is our regular measurement, a vibrating quartz crystal, a costume of neatness for a world in disarray. Big things don't happen often, so we've always forgotten the first surprise by the time of the second. The party quest waits until we're asleep to walk through the door again.

Kenny returned after a week's regular disappearance, and an irregular trial by centipede poison on the West coast. Taft bought orchids from a local farm and in the transaction was given a sleek, full body of a recently dead rooster. Kai returned from Kona with a friend with pink hair. A quiet new worker came from Wyoming, and a couple, with a screaming child, from the Western mainland. Fate seems to have just remembered this lonely little corner of the world and shined a light in for a moment, only to blind me again. I sometimes think that California is the filter that holds the sanity within the Western edge of the country, and everyone who has reached Hawaii was crazy enough to pass through it.