“Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how.  The moment you know how, you begin to die a little.  The artist never entirely knows.  We guess.  We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.”

-Agnes de Mille

I finally managed to get back into Xanga, blowing out *cough cough* some of the dust.  If anyone remembers me, I’ll be glad to reconnect.  Otherwise, I’ll look around for some new kindred spirits with whom to interact.

Testing, testing, 1 2 3…