ah, this reminds me of why i fell in love with ET years ago...

writing this real, this personal, always takes me aback, leaves my psyche a-quiver, inspires me. this difficult, dangerous bridge between the inner and outer worlds is so difficult to cross, yet when it happens it seems effortless, one's listening soul in the hands of a master.

i won't go all trite on you, Nomad, but your art is ineffable, and i wish all could share this great gift you possess.

sidebar... i am very tempted to write similarly, but have a real issue with the necessary name-changing, because a person's name, even a banally common one, is so intimately woven into the person's being, their identity, that renaming them somehow divorces the subject from their sound, the way they speak their own moniker, how well it fits and how much they have fitted themselves to the name.

beautiful work, i hope when your book comes out you will return to tell us about it.

if you are ever in umbria, it would be a pleasure to host you and meet you in person.

millman is here right now, and a right pleasure it is!

be well Nomad, and thanks for all the times i have travelled in your spell. you'll be missed...

'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty

A beguiling story, I once met a woman like that as my other self and recognise the ruin that lies on those rocks. But you turned back, didn't you ? As Orpheus discovered, that way lies madness

Nevertheless, your leaving is truly the bitter ending of such a sweet tale. Farewell my friend, it's been fun

keep to the Fen Causeway