Limited:

It’s Tuesday.  Which, for normal people is a workday.  For me, it’s like Sunday.  I’ve gotten some laundry done.  And I’m planning dinner.  I’ve also been calling people all day looking for a doctor out here who accepts Humana Choice...

Into the Air:

I go.  A million little things floating after a sun exploding.  Particles of memories and moments.  With no direction or cause.  Simply floating on. Across guitar strings like notes on sheet music.  Chaos organized into sound. The rustle in trees....