This will not last forever, but it will make me appear to be off on some kind of exotic vacation. And it is kind of exotic, barreling through hours and hours of Moroccan footage and filmic bits. The downside to this creative enterprise is that little remains of what I affectionately refer to as ‘my brain’ come night. Ten hours at a mystery job, two hours of accumulated commute, a weak stab at parenting…I suspect humans were not constructed for this.
I will pop around here in fits and spurts over the next couple weeks. I may even return with a tale up my sleeve.
Meanwhile, enjoy the sunshine on my behalf…and leave me pearls for sustenance...