There are some big changes a happening. I’ve been a bit coy about the details because I wanted to wait until they set in concrete, with reinforcing steel girders supporting the details. With that done, all’s left is to tell you about my travels.
In September I will be turning 25 and I will have lived in London for four years. What you don’t see when you read this is the small prickles of electricity that this statement generates across my back. It would be kind of pleasant in a tingling kind of way if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s my body explaining that TIME IS RUNNING OUT, that I’m getting older and whatever I am supposed to achieve in life should be coming closer to my grasp. London excites me and cajoles me and forces me to have more ideas and emotions every day than I think are healthy, in fact the only thing it doesn’t give me is the time or clarity to start a body of work. And that’s what I’m going to do in Wellington, New Zealand. I’m heading home for 6 months to write a book.
I’ll make it my task this week to fill you in on all the details but the crux of the matter is, things are going to move pretty quickly over the next few months, and if you don’t mind, you’re coming with me.