'and in conclusion, may i remind you that it does NOT say RSVP on the statue of liberty?!'

one thing i have realized: being in virginia sucks the creative juices out of my body. perhaps it's the familiarity of the place where i grew up. perhaps it's the ease of this particular branch of 'suburbia, USA'....whatever it is, i'm finding myself unable to think about anything deeper than what to make for dinner tonight (fajitas, incidentally).

something about baltimore has always felt so desperate to me. perhaps that's why, on a deeper level, that city and i know one another. and while it's perfectly okay to live a life more involved with grass mowing and hardware store erranding, i prefer something a bit more...shall we say...connected? which is not to say that you cannot be connected and shop at home depot. but i think you know what i mean....

at the end of the day, though, where is it, really, that i belong? what is my style? i'm still not sure. perhaps i'm too all over the map to be pinned down to one particular locale. perhaps it's a matter of nothing in my present situation being firmly settled (except the knowledge that NOTHING IS settled...which is, in its own way, kind of settling....) maybe when things shake themselves out, it will suddenly become obvious where it is that i should spend my days and nights and what it is that i should be doing. until then, though, i remain, as ever....

clueless.