Monday, September 23, 2013

Solitude


A theme that has emerged in the past few months is one of rebirth, transformation, death, change. Before I left Ohio a few weeks ago, it seemed that I could no longer stay there, as if a door had closed and it wouldn't open again. I felt the same way when I was standing at the dam in Rapidan, and sitting at MOA on the day I left Minnesota. It seemed this was the place to come, that I should make my way to LA. But now that I'm here, it isn't entirely clear what I should do.