Xanga has migrated to WordPress, six years too late. It is a bitter-sweet moment, as we’re in a better boat, but there is a startling lack of crew on board. It seems that most of the people drown.

It is 3am, New Year’s Eve morning, and I’m sitting here casting a letter in a bottle into a sand dune. Writing is an enjoyable exercise, but right now I’d rather have tapioca pudding or a brain willing to finally seek sleep or a fox.