Cetaceus

The trace is everywhere. I see it now and see it clearly. It’s the amp that sits in my fireplace right now, it’s the towel I put in the laundry today. Indeed, I’ve always seen it, I just didn’t know what to call it. The photo of the cat on my computer desktop is the trace of a trace. The word and the concept are beautiful, and they work to describe what it is they are meant to in the most effective way possible. Thanks Levinas, I guess I owe you one.

At some point in the coming weeks I am going to move this blog elsewhere, probably just over to a regular wordpress blog, spend some time re-organizing it, and probably re-posting some old travel writings, now long out of sync.

There are, in fact, none. I haven’t updated in a while, but other than finding myself on the other side of 30 today, school work has kept me too busy to breath, let alone reflect on anything. Something interesting will happen soon, however, to be sure. In the meantime, I recommend “Ghosts of the Great Highway” to you, again and again.