I cannot bring myself to write group emails. My internet rations are spent booking hostels, trains, buses, flights; finding directions; updating this blog. I do, however, reply to the emails I receive. If you're missing my pseudonym in your inbox, send a message in a bottle. I will respond. The ocean isn't as formidable as it once was.

I've started a second blog: structured thought.

I wanted an online space for my experiments in prose and poetry. I wanted to see the improvements that Google has made to Blogger. I wanted structure and imagination.

Since last we spoke, we've relocated to Madrid. Our last weekend in San Sebastian was spent with Howie and Tania. Tapas and Paella were enjoyed. Beaches were slept upon. The Guggenheim, and the art within it, marveled at. (Saw 3 or 4 Kandinsky pieces. What a museum!) Crab and prawns were purchased, cooked, then devoured. Pubs were occupied. Clothing was bought. Sangria was made. Streets were wandered down, around, and through.

We spent today visiting Faunia, getting lost in the suburbs, and drinking espressos. The animals were magnificent; the suburbs, illuminating; the coffee, strong.

I am currently reading, The Game, by A.S. Byatt. I think she loves commas and semicolons, more than I.