ma2

With three months left I'm already starting to feel disconnected. Of course, I never really got settled out here -no new lasting friendships, no favorite bars, book stores, or coffee shops -there was just never any time. Funny. Two years and no time -that pretty much sums up the past two years. Two years earnestly shuffling paper across a desk like an immigrant hustler playing shell games on the street scamming tourists. At least, I tell myself, it's a living. All of this makes it easier to leave -I was never really here -not in any meaningful way. I simply turn and my key and I'm gone. My mail will get forwarded from p.o. box to p.o. box, never anywhere concrete, just designated stops along the postal system. I just hope the next stop is a little more interesting.