I’m moving all my reality-binding, consumer-clone objects, of which I have no real need but to which I cling as though my entire existence were based on my owning them, to a new residence for which I pay too much based entirely on the somehow expensive privelege of living in the crowded conditions near a polluted lake and trendy, overpriced coffee houses and clothiers.

It is a nice apartment, though.

In the meanwhile, I may not write much. I suggest you read Impro* and I suggest you borrow it from the library. Not that Mr. Johnstone (if he still lives) does not deserve your money, but I’m in a mood which eschews ownership of material goods as evil. Sinners.

* Although this is a book about teaching acting students, the subject becomes more a discussion of how the mind can more easily be set free in general and how as people we are often instructed to ignore our instincts. Quite the eye-opening read and easily devoured by any of you voracious readers out there.