While I was shuffling and purging I found this note in an old note book...it is legible and there are no misspellings, so I definitely did not write it.
Not so much an urgent plea ... the tentative nature of this is more of a reminder than a mishap. But it seems like an appropriate symbol of the relocation-orientation.
"...amid a flock of pigeons that I think of today as being like so many slaps in the face, whereas they seemed to me at the time like a foretaste of a thousand clapping hands." -Jean Cocteau
I am suppose to say things about myself, but I reckon you know enough, and I will pass til a later date as I need to put the computer into a box.