Last night I walked through:
A birthday memory on an airplane; an exhausting of Kelly Writers House; a shared memory of water, chalk, and bodies; an offering of grapes; a continual search for family and trains; a stranger picking up a cougar; a dream-filled trolley with the best martinis on the beach; a message written in pennies/wishes, stolen from a bridge; a cigarette-filled rant full of gods; a candle-lit dance in the gravel and under the stars; and a message written in sand, leading to wine underneath my feet.
Thank you, Material v. Memory artists, for transporting me.
And thank you for those of you who took the journey with me.
I hope we can all travel again together.