well, no. i am not dead. neither is this blog. let us just say that i have been giving everyone a chance to miss me. does that work? but now, seriously, i do wonder if anyone does. like, for real. real like in the dead of the night kind of sense. the kind of miss that keeps one up awake just a second longer, before i ease, once again from the memories of the blissfully uninterrupted no more.
this is fog. they tell me that it is low hanging clouds. strangers walk in and out of the mist, nyaris-nyaris colliding into one another. like so many things we lost and found.