I write this sitting in a shuttle entering earths orbit. In the vault I cary a thousand notebooks, a thousand stories without beginning or end, moments of intense experience, or simply when the drugs take hold, stories of places, spaces, dimensions and other things lost and found, life and death, heaven and hell, seven-legged horses and kitchen sinks. I’m here to notice, to care and to collect. I’m a papyronaut. I explore life on paper.
Jul - 29 - 2019
First entries into the collection