5/16

As time passes, certain moments confront me with my own inner-changes. I no longer yearn for the thrill of jumping on a freight train, dropping everything, being carried away into a shifting landscape, with nothing but empty gaps of time to think.

However, I found that thrill today whilst working at the Comanche Creek Millworks, learning how to use the large mechanized saw to square off and cut logs. I wanted to be there when the mill hit production mode. I yearned for the seamless rhythm of bodies moving in a well-known task, the sore muscles from a full-day's labor, the accomplishment of using time and energy to convert one medium into another…