touching the center • hands off blogging • iowa city two thousand and nine • not a dam thing

Four strands of thought, 1. overwhelmation, 2. blog as defense against it, 3. where I'm at seems to be the same as where you've been, and 4. reference to natural disaster in brief word play, thus tying us together, and me to here.

And what unites us is unwavering love.

"You never know what to expect" never meant anything to me but small talk. Small talk is skin dust in window light, sitting on the carpet at age two.

Miraculous to say the least and most at once.