AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

8/23/17

Dear (_____)

Dear kitty,

I know you can be inscrutable sometimes.  Disinterested or content, tired or lazy, starving on the verge of death or just a little peckish, skittish or playful?  Only you know.  When you are feeling skittish, please try to telegraph it a bit more before I bend down to pat you on the head.  I don't mind the occasional clawing or swipe or surprised bite.  What I would like to avoid is the full powered "I must get out of danger's way right now" leap straight upward, smashing your head into my nose hard enough to make me see spots.

It is always funny once my eyes stop watering, the spots fade, my nose stops running and I can see you're okay too, but damnit we've got to get on the same page on this one before one of us loses an eye or something.  Thanks, pal.

With love,

your shipmate 

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