Three days to Autumnal Equinox. Another Monday closer to death. Since a little revelation on a ridge in Death Valley this summer I reply, now and then, to "how are you?" with, "lonely, angry, and afraid to die." I googled the phrase this morning and got zero hits. Good. It's mine. I fix that fact in time. I piss a circle around it. I plant my flag on this mound of black volcanic sand. If I have nothing else to say...that probably won't shut me up.
