Ten a.m. with John Fayhee and Joshua Wheeler, essayists, not bad. Fell asleep listening to poets whisper to me in a nice late morning nap. After noon, face to face in the garden at Light Art, we listened to Eve sing and that functioned perfectly as a closing ceremony.

Late in the evening, sustained by this perfect chill night air, I am clawing my way back to relevance in my own eyes.