On Mollusk Mike and The Lately of Things

I spent this afternoon in the cozy confines of a surf shop in Brooklyn. A funny place to find one's self on the eve of the eve of a flight bound for the land of surf shops. But there I was, having, as Mike would say, "fun intellectually stimulating times." A quieter guy, with a sometimes serious possibly intense countenance, he looks at you in a way that is unnerving until you realize it's not; he's just there with you, present. And then, well then you get the "times."

I find in my life that engagement is cyclical. A few months of rabid even manic complicity, setting up procedures, hatching plans and being a member. And then the inevitable crash. The need to withdraw and let the more treacherous bits of mania subside. Seems to always happen at the wrong moment for someone, but I am not prepared to cold turkey the process, even as much, at times, as I wish I could.