nearly 3/4 of a century after it's publishing, I have read "Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley

Am I the Savage described in Brave New World?

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I played guitar and keyboard today, for maybe a total of one hour. It is difficult to conjure the energy for music these days. Oh, yes. I also played a bit of C-Harmonica. Musically meditated on my song, Voice Of Your Voice, for most of today's session.

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I miss Nina and the people of Lansing and East Lansing. I hate that my fears became so much of an obstacle for me that I could not persevere, dig my fingers into reality, and make the situation work out. Now, almost four months later, I don't know where things are headed with my "new life" in Traverse City. I wait and wait, for something so indescribable that sometimes I can actually feel pain. Looking at the near-full moon tonight stirred different feelings. Humbleness. Desire. Hope. Emptiness. Reducing my feelings into the words of this blog feels very desperate at this moment. Wishing for resolution for so many things at once is no easy burden to bear. If only time wasn't so easily wasted.