freedom. i can taste it like the first bite into a ripe mango, soft and sweet and running down my chin. i am about to set off on an expedition: an archeological dig of sorts, where the main goal is to unearth something full of power and almost forgotten. The trek will be spiritualistic, hedonistic, and hopefully a helluva lotta fun.

i have nine days to sift through the dross, peel back the layers, and reveal the prize.

myself.

so if you don’t hear from me for several days, dear readers, be assured that i am in the middle of my excavation and will check in as soon as, well, i feel like it. other than that, i can make no promises.

wish me luck. off i go.