It's scandalous that I'm taking the 5 minutes necessary to type this when there's so much to do. I have to hit "publish" by 9:30am in order to get all this madness finished and done.
Pack the truck today, dispose of the last of my chattels. The most significant traces of my presence in Vancouver will become the people who know me. Most of my things will have become someone else's things.
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Still tied to the mast. I don't know if I'll have a camera for the burn, which is tragic, but I got a faulty waterproof one and couldn't get an on-the-spot replacement... so here we are. I'll figure it out.
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No hyperlinks to speak of today. Heaven help me. The wheels are about to leave the runway and I will be offline until September 2nd, barring surprise access to an internet cafe on the way down to Burning Man.
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A friend of mine yesterday picked up her djembe. She found out I was going to the Burn. She said "I'll see you at home."
With what I've done to this home, that feels like a scary idea... maybe an accurate one, too.
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