Jetstream days. Packing and re-packing. Emails about strange scientific experiments, conversations about hackable implants, being poisoned in China, cyborg lawsuits and the alternation of power. Drinking an energy shot designed and tested by US special operations forces. Documents raining in to be read, rewritten, signed and sent. On a plane tomorrow, for two weeks of beige supermodern transient life, living in places that were only ever designed to be passed through.

Winging it. For better or worse. For right now. It’s okay to not know what tomorrow looks like. It’s okay to just be in the wind.

 

Listening: O-RE-GON, Felicia Atkinson.