Also:

Apologies for the impulsive disappearance.

Of this, of me.

Know it wasn't about you.

I need you. Always have.

I just needed time to learn how to need me.

And:

Apologies for the impulsive erasures.

I suggested, I think, that disappearance was related to subject.

I didn't really mean that. I swear.

All those words, they aren't really gone. I'm always a forgetter so always an archivist.

They're bound to return. As they were.

As we are.

So.

Seems you're curious, some of you.

Me too.

It's true: I'm back.

Not really. Just kind of. Or maybe more fully than ever.

You know.

Or don't.

Not yet, not yet, anyway.

Gotta figure a few things, nothing here nor there.

So.

Soon.

goodbye. for now.

in less than two months i leave my apartment and my city.

i've sold many of my things, given away most of the rest. may even burn some of the last. who knows.

it's just stuff.

i head first to the road.

to the west coast, with my music family.

then to alaska, where i plan to think and write and write and plan and write.

then to the east coast, again with my music family.

then to a new place, probably, but more importantly to my new home.

all that time i'll be writing plenty. just not here. it's already past time to beg off and wipe away this impulsive you-focused prose.

i'll be back late this year or early next with a new vision for wordclusters.

or not. you never know about these things.

if you need to find me between now and then, you know where to look.