i’ve been thinking a lot about the snow for well over a minute now.  a lot has happened during this minute. so many many things. i’m not quite sure why. 2 people walked through the door of this cafe in a cloud of snow. and then a third person joined them under the cloud before walking out the door with it. a dog greeted him at the stoplight … and off they went. just like that.

earlier that minute, i read an email from a friend in New York who recalled my saying that i hoped to stage a performance there. i probably did say that at one time. but it seems inconceivable now. i just don’t know. a performance seems quite hard and one that would meet my expectations would be very difficult to pull off. i’m not sure i could do it. that isn’t a statement of defeat, as much as a question. a question about the best places and means to pool my energies. maybe i’d rather write and collect moving images to accompany the writing. maybe it should be a song. but if it becomes a song, isn’t that the same thing as a performance? that’s the big mystery right now.