Welp, I'm going out of town for a few days, back to where my people come from.
What? Oh, ha, very funny. No, not jail. Not Planet Crazy.
In the meantime, look around. Take some pictures. Eavesdrop. Listen to cool music. Read something funny, delicious, profane, lovely, thought-provoking, polemical, or downright irritating.
If you're up to the challenge, noodle on this from George Saunders: Don’t be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.
See you in a few.
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