they say you can't go home again.

that's a curious turn of phrase.
the author took it to mean:
"You can't go back home to your family,
back home to your childhood ...
back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame
... back home to places in the country,
back home to the old forms and systems of things
which once seemed everlasting
but which are changing all the time –
back home to the escapes of Time and Memory."
holy sh!t, neighbors.
it's that next-level futuristic participation jauns.
that's like some albie rock activation from over 70 years ago.
old tom wolfe might have been EXPERT.
of course,
he was also my age when he took the long dark dirt nap.
awwwwwwww, man!
anyway, neighbors,
i'm back in my hometown,
at my folks' house,
going over, in my head, what seems like everything.
it's dark, it's warm, and it's quiet,
and that's about as much as i'm prepared to hope for.
a little teeny tiny bit of stresslessness in the early a.m.
there's tea and there's toast and there's just me.
could this be a trial run, perhaps?
sh!t, i guess so.
starting next tuesday,
i've got two weeks off from white mountain tattoo.
i'm on a vision quest for spirits and memories.
What Is is sometimes obscured where we're at, y'know?
that's how it goes, guys-
figure out what's poppin',
hurt until you don't,
then plan your work,
and work your plan.
i presume a wild rumpus of joyous celebration
will sweep the woodsly goodness in my absence.
oh, man!
enjoy it while it lasts, kids.
too much hard-style activation makes foks uncomfortable.
that's too bad for those waterbabies, though.
real talk is really real, and that's a fact-
truth tellers make for competent communicators,
and barbarian bards sing the skaldic scalding songs
of worthy warrior poetry.
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AVAIL helps a lot.
that's real.
redneck virginians know about breaking up and breaking out.
that sh!t is on repeat on the radio, yo.
for sure,
it's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day.
harvest and maple and i have got a date with dinner.
pepe's p-i-z-z-a, mutha-uckers.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
oh, and i've been in connecticut for about 9 hours,
and i've already got a cold.
connecticitis is virulent.
word up;
never quiete, never soft.....