i remember finding owl pellets in the woods and feeling so lucky like they were mystic charms. i remember you said you like the word touchstone and you were touching the stone i gave you like an amulet, and we talked of rosaries and worry beads and the religious and secular meeting in slow cafe's. i remember the flickers calling in the bare trees. calling our hearts like bird fellows.

i remember the smile of john cage and thinking, this old boy is really onto something. how he knows he knows nothing is the essence behind something, all the thinks of our lives. i remember thinking of music when i saw crows on a branch silent. i remember thinking, how adapted, how living by wit, how home in the city are we.