I find myself doing this quite often nowadays, communicating through unusual portals. I think it because we are erratic-not the human species, but us specifically, or at least me-filled of acute uncertainty, always longing to wander where the wind catches your hair and the sent of exploration fills your lungs like sweet lemonade. I miss the way you walk: taking everything around you in, or how you embrace the unknown on a daily basic. You need to be here. We need to gallivant through the night: downtown, santa monica, westwood, venice, the works. Destroying everything in our path and only leaving a trail of flowers, bubbles, and Benzoylmethyl Ecogine to show we were there.