The Hanging Tree. Washington Square Park.

I’m leaving New York on Wednesday and feel like I haven’t fully realized that I’m leaving New York on Wednesday. I’m leaving for two weeks, with minimal computer access, because I won’t be bringing my computer out to the middle of the desert where it could potentially get fucked in a dust storm, and therefore, after next Wednesday, I will have minimal communications with the outside world (cell phones don’t work in the desert either). And here I sit in a coffee shop, getting my quick fix so that I don’t focus on the fact that I won’t be able to get my blogging fix for quite a while.

Next week, at a little later than around this time, I will be on the ‘playa’ or in the desert staring up at the man that has come to represent the Burning Man festival. I can’t believe one year has passed since the last festival, but since this only happens once a year I guess I should believe it, and now as I get ready to pack up the costumes, pack up the blinkies, pack up my insecurities about my relationship, I must admit, I can’t wait to get the fuck out of dodge.

And next week I’ll also be with one of my other loves, the city of San Francisco. I can’t wait to be back in that magical city!!! These next few weeks are going to be good. Real good. That’s all I have to say right now. Surprising but true.