I don't have anything very smart to say but if I don't say anything I won't.
I wrote a poem once now twice with a line and then a title that goes: stop drinking stop drinking or you won't
Also there are zombies in the poem.
All that said, there is something worth mentioning about place and moving places and places that move. We're all in the process of this. The having moved and the settling. I went for a bike ride today into the Marigny to check out a coffee shop that might be hiring. On the way there the roads were all in my favor, but on the way back they were one way the wrong way. This seems important. Like: you can't go back. Even short distances. Or you can, but you risk being mowed down by white pick-ups turning left. And also: never retrace your steps. I had a friend in China with this policy and we took many circuitous adventures. It is long and often dusty that way but makes for more of everything.
1. You can't go back
2. Never retrace your steps
And in the meantime it is nice to be in New Orleans now. I look around and I wonder how I'll ever leave this place. But it is one of the moving places and might leave me*. Still, it's nice to think about building a relationship with a place rather than a person. I'm tempted to say it's less dangerous, but see * above.