July 15, 12:04PM
Flashback: I am lying outside on a summer night, as far away from humanity as my gas tank will take me. I'm watching planes land on a distant air strip. I wonder where people are going. Direction and its meaning. The runway lights are connecting my thoughts. A shooting star speeds across the sky. I miss it. I spend much of the next three years trying to catch it. This year, it's not uncommon for me to be absent. I am trying to escape, either that or trying to change.
Flashback: I accept an invitation and show up, regrettably. Without question, not my best decision. It turns out exactly as I expect.
Flashback: I am caught in a separation of mind and body moment, dragging out the final statements of ninety-minutes on movements. Then, an epiphany. I wasn't trying to escape or change, I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, years ahead of myself. Lesson learned: mistimed moves foretell the future.
Flashback: I'm a world away waiting for the frames to sync.