chin hairs and stars and shit

I just discovered a huge hair coming out of my chin. Bleach blonde but dramatic none-the-less. Something about plucking it out of my skin is supremely gratifying. That's where things stand these days.

I write to you Nichole, who is the only person who reads this blog. And for that reason, I love her (and many other reasons but that goes without saying). Hello Nichole. I know you know about how fun it is to pluck the chin hairs. Or do you?

Tonight we're thinking about serenading ourselves with a bottle of vodka.

My skin is tanned and flaking from weeks of travel. It's been so long it seems. Almost a month of looney toons-esque suspended animation. And we've got to keep on running.

They say that the universe might be shaped like a loop. I know that there are all sorts of scientific ways of explaining this, ways of which escape me momentarily (or forever, who am I kidding, I'm no Stephen Hawking, but I may one day have his voice if I keep up with the smokes).

Sometimes I envision myself running around this loop. The vast darkness filled with tiny points of light and clusters of glowing dust strives to keep up with me but it can't. I just keep running. I'm afraid that if I stop for a moment as I have in the past, or .... stop for say....four years to sit and look around and think about everything it will all catch up with me.

What about that book "The Power of Now"? I picked it up at a Thai airport just for a flip through because the only other books they have are about Thai prostitutes, ie; "So Many Girls, So Little Time." I kid you not. That was the title. Okay, so I picked it up. Mind over matter kind of shit. yeah yeah yeah. I get it.

I'm not sure that I can accept the Power of Now. Isn't now the past and the future? Does now actually exist more than yesterday and tomorrow? In this loop I believe that the ghosts of every time in which I have slept or have had my eyes open exist somehow still.