clairvoyance

Hello friends,

Wake, nomad.  Days spent traveling the ground remind me of my love for wandering.  Especially the desert.  I love the desert.  I always misspell it, because I was told in youth that you spell dessert with 2 ss because you want 2 of them, but desert with 1 s because you only want to go through it once.  Despite my sweet-tooth, I could never keep them straight.  Ok, you caught me, that was a lie for dramatic effect.... my spelling is impecable.  But there's something about the harsh vastness. The landscape, barren of artifice, provides a more direct connection to the backbone of the universe than a showier, livelier scene.

Sleep now,
walter

disclosure

Dear friends,

My thoughts of late have turned inward, toward the depths, a roiling, but not in the tumultuous, indiscriminate sense, rather that of the fiery kiln, inarticulate, again, not dumb but visceral, prelingual, magma, of my being, directed thus by the elastic recoil from benighted months of self-imposed self ignorance.  The results of this turning, themselves commensurately deep, have renewed my confidence and inspired me to put into words my public manifesto, comprised of every revelation and insight gained through introspection that I feel needs to be shared.  Behold: