more of a sausage than a burger, with all those spices in the patty

I am sitting at a cafe in Pittsburgh. I want to tell my friend about Gaian Mind, about how strangely serene I was, how vibrantly different I felt compared to three years ago. I want to express this nebulous thought about heartache and change, how to work it into the Ignorant Savage piece I am working on.

Instead, I am talking about Ziggy. ( Read more... )