It's been awhile. There has been a lot of activity since March 31st. I got hit by a car, your birthday, the solo show about you, Addison's mom died. A lot of things, one of note tremendously sad. I'm in Washington, D.C. I was supposed to be in Detroit uprooting prairie grass for an art show in Brooklyn. Currently feeling: Death does not discriminate. Death is inconvenient. Death doesn't care about art shows.