Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain




Two snails on wet Portuguese stone. Same rain. Same night. One knows exactly where he's going. The other is figuring out that where he is isn't where he needs to be. He'll come back to his friend.
September 1, 2025. Labor Day. Hours after a jazz club with his wife for their 22nd anniversary. 89 in a 70 before he cleared Lewis County. $351 and an improper lane usage. Ashes in the back seat. Soup plan a week from disaster. Marriage same. Who knew? Not him.






The scaffolding. Not the cathedral.

The labels they wrote on the outside. The contents are inside.

Three thrones. Two shadows. One glowing screen. Nobody sitting in it anymore.
Awkward and Intimate conversations with Claude, and CladuIA — it was a mistake, we should have stayed friends.