inevitable

when i walk into a bare theater, something happens. this feeling, the idea of pure potential. a blank canvas. something to work with. i guess it is how an artist would feel about their own canvas, freshly stretched and ready for a new masterpiece.

its a wonder that such things start the way they do, and end such as they also do.

looks like i am leaving my internship, that is, if i have to have surgery. i will leave july 25th, to return to boulder if it comes to that. and i think that has to be the most depressing news i have heard in a long, long time.

as for the rest of my life...i leave the country december 27th, with no return ticket in my hand. perhaps cambodia will call me, or maybe india. thailand, laos, vietnam...any or all of them will be at my disposal. that idea is frightening, but very exciting. soon the countdowns will begin, and i can feel the buzz in my veins.