anamnesiac

frantically getting ready to leave. i have to drive to fucking newark airport at 3am, so i am madly transferring files to my laptop, trying to decide between tennis shoes and flip flops, whittling the book pile down to three – or four, shit, ok, three – changing the batteries in the digital camera, writing out the rent check, the confirmation numbers, and the hotel addresses. then comes the nocturnal city-crossing, the deserted holland tunnel, the distant long-term parking lot, the endless shuttle to the gate, the barefoot walk thought the metal detector, the flourescent waiting area, the hollow walk down the ramp, and finally, the cramped airplane seat and six hours of sleep before i open my eyes in san diego. all of this hysteria just to get to a place where i can relax.

more soon from the other coast.