Returning Home
My life in Arizona seems more an abstract concept than anything now. I can only vaguely remember my work, friends, and the heat. I’ll be back there though tomorrow. Not sure how I feel about that. Ambivilence wells up within me, as it’s hard to leave a place of such unmitigated medieval beauty. It’s impossible to describe, nor capture in film, the majesty of this land. Though that said, France did give me a final going away present last night:
