There's something about filling a blank page, kind of like skipping a stone across a pond, kicking a can down the street, whistling in the dark.

I've been floating the last few days. Letting go, not holding on.

I have found myself in this dialogue with the world. The world has a lot to say: torture, pain, madness, polarization; plus giddy, delirious action.

I have been quiet: sitting back, taking it in, trying to find a kernal, a silent place.

The sound and the silence in a perfectly mad dance. The Las Vegas Show of the Mind.