Spent some time visiting my old stomping grounds along my namesake today. Some things have changed: they seem smaller than I remember—less vast and unknown. I still feel as lost and lonely as I did 8/16/24 years ago wandering (and wondering) along this river. I have no more answers now than I did before. I wish I would have documented my thoughts during those eras but I’m sure they would have sounded about as dismal and discontent as they do now. Something’s never change.