Tatters

Lulu + fella + Peetee + Jen + I went to hear Cheryl Wheeler. Some of her beautiful songs made me feel like a snail crawling through diatomaceous earth.

I suppose stranger things have come to pass,
Many’s the forest I can’t see.
I was so down and lost and fading fast.
How did you find your way to me?

Here is a picture of me telling Cheryl about the emotional effect her lyrics had on me:

This is the feeling I was trying to describe:

It also happens to be the situation at M’s house. Contrarily, time spent in my own bathroom with my newly labeled namesake, Ember Virginia, is a rare respite for the soul, as well as the inner stylist.

This morning I got to bed around 2:00, after working frantically most of the day to submit a travel scholarship application and do a ton of work on the Pacifica Radio Archives Web site for the fund drive. A loved one awaited in my bed. She’d grown even in the two days I’d been away in Sac.

Three-and-a-half hours later I was back out of bed and scrambling for the plane to LA, where I am now, with A. Louise. I am quite exceptionally tired.

Someone from New York City recently asked me if my accent was from New York City. Listen…

Okay, what do you think?

I’m homesick for everything and everyone, even things and people that don’t exist.