Which Way Western Man?
About this blog
afternoon good people,
in case times ever get boring or the sun doesnt set, feel free to peruse. i started writing in japan (see The Flophouse), which was less about what i did and more about stories. i took a haitus from putting pen to paper, but found that its absence warped a wider surface than i first noticed.
put differently, 'pass a certain point and you can hardly tell which of two adjacent notes is higher in pitch, until finally you not only can't distinguish them, you can't hear them at all.' and so here i am, writing nothing about something, or vice versa.
it begins with a quick summation of my happenings since landfall back home, but thereupon loses most notions of time and space. if it ever seems like i'm trying to make a point, i might just be. feel free to unsubscribe at any moment.
enjoy, howeverso little.

