02.12.26
Here I sit in my parents house on the day after Christmas, 2002. I am about to write on some thoughts I had last night during a viewing of, Ice Age. K__ is here. Its been a very nice holiday. And I think with some nostalgia about the…what I like to think of as the focused beginning of my inquiries…Waking up after midnight some three Christmases ago, delirious and aching with the flu, and sitting down at the kitchen table to write in my sketch book. As I sit here now typing on my laptop, I’m amazed at how far this process has come in three years…and feel that it is not yet anywhere near a recognizable beginning.
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