Yesterday’s post was a hole where a ball goes. Today is a hole where a whale goes. Where I am not is as telling as where I am. You can know me either way, but both is better. I hope to find and know me better in the writing. It is not exactly me but it is what I know, what I see. Whales breathe consciously–every breath is a decision. These writings are my conscious exhale, the plume you see where I just was. Other words for this? Memory. Dream.