words remembered because they're written down, on paper this time, not easy to get too, but every bit true, a part of me, if not accessible, check other book, what other book, up in flames, and into flames go lots more, lost emails from the early years, trip to the philippines, trip to australia, and the book, that really good book, wonder what trivialities, wonder what truths, wonder what pictures and images and beauty is now the green grass in the stromberg's yard, but then again the day moves on, fire or ice, ball of flame to greet me in the morning, ice on the sidewalk from here to the 'el. it doesn't matter, does it?