Consider a move, a change, a job, a new place to live, someplace you'd like to be.*

Just a very quick heads up that:

1) application bureaucracy is almost all done except for certifying my goddamn Dutch documents
2) funding bureaucracy is nowhere near done
3) the packing people will be here Friday 20-Monday 23 which means I am going to die
4) I still don't know where I'm going to go once I leave Rome, or when exactly.

But really the main thing is THE PACKING PEOPLE ARE COMING.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to throw everything I own away. Yays.


* Michael Ryan, "Consider a Move", New and Selected Poems