Don’t call it a sequel because I only ran one mile. Insomuch that our sense of perception is dependent upon what we filter out, rather than what we focus upon, I would say that I was extremely aware that running only one mile was a rueful use of 0.16 of an hour, .925% of my day. That’s how tiny a slice this run was. I was tied up with an emerging project. If I get a permit, I’m going to have an amazing story to relate. The details are confidential. When I used to work as a movie extra, I had to field an unending stream of curious questions from co-workers, had to take phone calls deep in an empty parking lot. The integrity of a production can hinge upon it remaining secret.

i can say this: I was urged to get something underway, and I planned it rather quickly, wrote two crucial letters to get things rolling. Each letter required an affirmative reply in order to do something strange and magical that would have historical significance.

Anyways, it involves this building:



In the meantime, since I’ve been swallowed up in this since yesterday, check out this cool “event” in lieu of my lack of mileage:

I present to you the most brutal race in the world (next to the one I won’t tell you about)

Ladies and germs, the Barkleys.

<p><a href=”″>Barkley 100</a> from <a href=”″>Brendan Young</a> on <a href=””>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

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