Back to default...

The idiosyncrasies of live sound dull when prefaced like that. None the less, it seems appropriate. I have returned to my everyday life. There are still clothes drying in the bathroom and another box of things coming. But, I'm back at work and back to the gym. The coffee flows here and there are fresh apples. The train is full of the unsuspecting and unimaginative. There are bills to pay and petitions to sign. It's home.

For although I have taken 2 pilgrimages to the playa and my body dealt with the strain far better this time, the world of timetables is mine. I am not an artist although I am occasionally granted their vision. I create in a world of 1's and 0's. My masterworks are practical solutions and if I have ever achieved elegance, it will not be remembered.

Years ago, I felt as if I was walking into someone else's world and wasn't sure if I belonged. Now, I know that I belong and no longer need to prove it.

I do create. My medium is ether and the time I spend away from that sits heavy on my shoulders. I have run out of challenges in my professional life. I have stopped making the magic and started focusing on schedules and budget. The end result is that my job is simply the mindless tedium that most people seem to live with.

I am not "most people". I am passionate and ridiculously intelligent. I will make the myths before I'm done. Anything less would lack artistry.