Returning to this space has occupied a corner of my brain daily, for months— and after an incalculable number of attempts I am finally here. Nearly a year from when I began. The last nine months or so have given way to tranches of work and information that I’m working to organize and draw back to my original themes - but I have been so slow and languorous at times to get words to page that I’d stopped altogether. Frozen by information overload and - frankly a bit of burnout.

I’ve been coaxed to return, wittingly or not by a friend with whom I share a rare kinship. The sort that is bound in some damn way or or will by the fact that collaboratively we can, without effort yoke a conversation about Hannibal’s 30 elephants to the logic of Portis’ Rooster Cogburn riding solo at an opposition of a near fistful more. A friend that notes that, when done with a fury, a single person can easily queer the plans of a posse who don’t have a mind for collaboration - or a flint sack with ample strike. It’s been a while, it’s been weird and I’m not sure my giddyup has Cogburn’s go at the moment, given the state of things in all creation. But, I’m a pain in the ass and I suspect I still carry the thunder-footed insouciance of at least one of Hannibal’s pachyderms. I’m tired, but I’m still weird and that is a hell of a driver. So, here I am - I’ll be back in a bit.