Francis Street, Dublin
Just when you thought it was unsinkable...
A note to my loyal friends, dear followers, and typographical rubber-neckers: for various and sundry reasons -- a frustrating account hack elsewhere, a winter that has withered the synapses of my brain, a distressing lack of further orange-colored pictures -- I will be taking some time off from all things internet-related. Despite my extroverted ambitions, it's become clear that I need time and space to write and make stuff the lonely, old-fashioned way: slowly. Glacially. Stupidly. In notebooks, with pen and ink and art supplies, a roll of Scotch tape and a bottle of scotch beside me.
No need to dispatch the Carpathia -- not yet. I'm not jumping ship, I just need some time to peer out through the spyglass and listen to the messages tapping through on my inner Marconi machine. When I figure out what the message says, I'll keep you posted. My hunch is that it may be time to move from daily to weekly posts. It may just be a passing funk. But whatever the case, I hope you won't give up on us, baby. (See, I even put in that missing apostrophe -- just for all y'all.)
For those who've been checking in, thanks for reading. I'll see you on the other side of the iceberg field. Or else come join me down in Third Class. There's some stompin' and singin' going on you won't want to miss.