That sounds like, it’s been an after-noon like a dog from hell, but as the sun sets on the day and month, it’s slowly slipping back toward all right and night.

I got a note from a brother, and that made me first drink a little of his good scotch that I would never buy for myself, and then return his call.

Mostly we talked about moving and the trucks one uses for it. Logistics, money, deals made, broken, kept, because that’s our lives right now.

But the important part at the end was quick and cerulean.

I told him about spilling. How, far as I know, my audience is tiny and mostly related closely by blood. How it’s those few sibling faces I see mostly in my mind when I’m writing, crafting for a short dozen knowing ears.

He’s always been better with people and to people than me, so he told me that was tugging on his heart, and how he needed to catch up with the postings here.

That’s not what I meant to elicit, bro.

The fact that I see you few as my audience does not in any way obligate you to be one, okay? You don’t have to attend to every twist of my psyche, you don’t have to be vigilant or studious about whatever shit I’m horking up at a given hour.

You’ve already done me a favor by willingly being here when you want to be. By the day, by the year, intermittent with no discernible pattern; it’s all good, for real.

If you lose touch for a while, that will never be your fault. It just means I’m being self-indulgent and not crafting paragraphs in a way that spellbinds you and leaves you addicted to more the next day and every day. I’m not taking any blame for it either, because I never promised to … spilling means navel-gazing is legit, and spilling means sometimes you just mop it up quickly, skipping a week or a month, and move on.

In one way I’m tempted to make this kind of channel update another regular thing.

But there’s no real point to that.

My sense is that this effort WILL blossom and expand someday. Maybe into sound again. Or video. Or putting a name on parts of it, a name that isn’t just vairtere. Maybe there will be a Patreon, or god help us a Twitter feed.

But whatever happens, there will still never be any requirements to pass the class.

You do what you need to do. You live your one wild and precious life.

I’ll do the same.

Your god and mine bless us every one. Selah.