While i was shuffling + purging i found this note in an old note book. It is legible + 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, + i will pass on til a later date as i need to put the computer into a box.