lose all track of time. i am not to be trusted to know when to get up and stretch or keep a date with a friend. there are pictures and there are words, but they are not my own. i read once, and this was some time ago, that there are only a handful of places left in the world where you can hear nothing but nature–it is no plane’s fly zone. there are no roads and no people live there. we have eaten up these places with our 6 billion lives milling about, talking and laughing and crying out to have our most basic needs met.
yet, there is a 