Y'know, I was going to write something about the things passing through my mind. People come and go. When I am feeling weak, I believe the strongest quality I have for dealing with life is the fact that I can pull newness in as easily as I can ignore what has happened previously. I was going to talk about that and I promise it was going to be deep.

Moving.

It would be all about how I use travel and neophilia as replacements for semi-permanent emotional bonds with people. It was also going to be about how that level of thinking is about two removed from my normal state of consciousness but how, even DEEPER THAN THAT, I know that death is no reason to avoid living (how often do I have to say this) and the lack of people close to me just makes me feel lonely, no matter how fantastical it is to smoke cigarettes in the rafters of a club in Paris, watching everyone and feeling nothing.

But, but, but... further beyond THAT, I could tell you that I do actually have close friends. We have fights, we have triumphs, we have misunderstandings and moments when everything clicks. I cry. A lot. I'm also in love.

So. I was going to write about all that stuff and it was going to be beautiful and touching. But instead, I give you Petra Hayden doing an acapella version of "Thriller."

"Thriller"
Michael Jackson
as sung by Petra Hayden
(I took this down because people were stealing my bandwidth. Sorry!)

Oh, and if you want to check out my APE illustrated zine pamphlet thing, please do. It's called Automat and it's on sale at Etsy. If I know you, mail me and I'll send you a copy. I was gonna make a webpage for it, but GODDAMN I hate making webpages!