would you believe it, a full year and then some, not 365 like i'd hoped, but pretty good none the less, something like 280 or so, maybe even 300. a full year, and still writing, the muses are good, the questions remain unanswered, so, let's take it back to the begining, where is she now? who knows, haven't seen her in forever. where am i now? right here, on a computer, late at night, doing things i shouldn't be doing. somethings never change. it's raining, the light glistens of my window, through droplets of water bending the fasting thing the known universe. past the laterns that light the night, the plaster gargoyle and cherub, past the thinker and onto my blue grey carpet. surrounded by images of different thinkers, the great ones, the crazy ones, and then there's me, with black hair and no different, with a future as uncertain as the winds, and a woman at my side with a fire and intensity that i share in. life is good. always was, and forever will be.