I hadn't slept the night before. Philsophical investigations. I was off to Maine, a place I had eyeballed in 2009 for land. It was remote and unpopulated.

But now I came to Maine with the feeling there was something strange and fun I was missing. There was Arcadia 3 hours outside and when the sun hits Arcadia it hits  america first on the sunrise.

I found a car and a hotel. The car rental guy spoke to me manically for 30 minutes and drew maps and diagrams. I told him I had worked intensely for 10 weeks and I wanted to let it go to another place. I would let the coast become my new lungs. What have I lost and gained in my days fixing financial statements? Wounds, Andreas and Moraline talk about the blood that runs from these open wounds and the channel to the soul, this rawness, how my last 7 months have burned to dying embers but have ignited something more primal.

I galloped through the cobblestones of Portland. I have slept little  these last few months but my legs are deer

. I met the lobster fisherman. I saw their smelly bait and boats and the ice house. I ate the oysters and tasted the fresh ocean and ate the lobster on pizza and in the stew. They poured me a 4 ounce pour if have out if compassion. I take off north tomorrow morning towards Canada.