I make lasers hum. They sing songs to me and I tell them where to go. I used to think it was knowledge but I know now it is a fine and subtle art.

I used to write things here more often then I do now.
If you are wondering what happened to me...
If you are wondering...

 

 Shhh,
I would like to remember who you are
who you were
who you are about to be.

It's okay to come find me now.

 

theunionpacific -at- gmail -dot- com


I also like real mail.

Message me to find out my whereabouts these days.

All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is.


Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Slaughterhouse-Five

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are days when I still look upon you all as a secret treasure.