A tightrope of light across a mystic void —we’re all on one. Up close it’s a six lane super highway or maybe a meandering back-road of one kind or the other. The highway is nice it’s easy going, that’s why we invented cruise control but the destination isn’t one to be pining for I don’t think, but I’m not Japanese. The back-roads can be very varied. That’s where you get lost and find stuff. These are not mutually exclusive. It’s also where you learn incongruous things like how much you hate painted steel on industrial buildings but get turned on by rusty old bits and bobs – at least wise I do; though industrial back streets are far from my favorite passageways. I’m a dusty road junky who gets high on a grassy lane. I prefer to walk them. I can still kick a stone in front of me, follow up on it, lose it and be slightly bothered until I find its all time greatest replacement. Small seemingly inconsequential distractions grip me because they release me from the path I’m on. That’s when I can dance on the tightrope like Michael Jackson and life’s a thriller.