Remember to remember the insights of the roadtrip - tomorrow. Today is a day of labor, tomorrow a celebration of time.

Ruminating upon synonyms for increasing fidelity of interpersonal communication, a music of wide open spaces to be performed in very intimate settings, and a potential method of reading my own hi-(fidelity)-story to be recorded and layered over the mortal musics. Theater, tragedy, the singular orator becoming distinct from the chorus. As I read through my past I must amend it with the present and speculate upon its future, to keep the words alive through my continuous breathing through them: a strategy of condensation, like stirring a stew to become thicker, different from the initial composition of the recipe.

The journey was a success, which I can judge from my current feeling of being at ease with my situation. A catharsis that results in no perceivable change, yet the feeling of shifted fundament cannot be denied.

Where does the prologue end and the first act begin? This is really asking: when does the armchair philosophy end and the praxis begin? Always both at the same time, but not always concerning the same expanse of time: this is true time travel!

Find Ursula K LeGuins book on Utopia. Begin a list of primary texts for the bibliography. Initiate the research-based practice (pick up the tread frayed off from EGS). Create the footnotes for the prologue operations manual! An interactive reference program? How to form this into a tool for contributing for the writing project.