Operation NYC Reintegration progress is sluggish at best. I’m flattened by jet lag. Another sun-blocking and unimaginative building his risen outside my front door while I was in Australia. I’m missing Australia’s warmth and vivid colors and unrelenting lushness. And the people, who stumble around in a sunbaked stupor saying ‘cheers’ and ‘epic’ and ‘massive’ and ‘mate’ and ‘g’day.’ I can feel my brain and body being forcibly tapped back into the big grey electrical grid of New York City. Waking from one dream into another.

(Sent from my mobile phone.)