First-take, pre-tour impulsive recording.
District to district, surfing on a background of relative privilege. Perpetual deserter, participant observer. There was a sadness transmitted in the phone line, a transcription survives in the copper wire. The problem is not in the movement, but the apparent ease with which I uproot. You said 'you seem apparently unconcerned', to which I replied 'I have eczema', but I couldn't think about anything else that was ailing me which deserved sympathy. Trumped by the weight of your anxiety. But certainly, a malignancy does grow inside me, and it manifests as distrust of friends. I have manufactured loneliness. Over time, I've grown a brittle spine. Porcupine.
released June 14, 2013