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I met up with an old friend yesterday. I wonder if old friends have clues to who we are. Do you remember who I was? Am? Despite my best efforts to change. The core has remained mostly untouched it seems. Making new friends is hard. How shall I explain who I am? Too many volumes I think. Most people get the gist. Old friends made the gist. Were the gist. I think I'd rather not try. Unless of course, someone cares to listen. Thank you for old friends. And thank you for those who inquire. I knew a girl who preferred the mountains to me. I'm starting to see her point. Thank you for those who inquire. And you, is it criminal to say I think of burnt orange more than any other color these days?

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