Hi, Bloomingdale.

Welcome to the autumnal tumble. It's been a while, I know.

Between the walls of then and now, therein lay time; my relationship with time is complex and tumultuous, and different from my relationship with gravity though judging by the deep and mosaic bruise under my right hip it would appear that we too are in a fight. To understand these and multitude other dynamic relationships I suppose that I am a physicist. It's unclear where/what that has gotten me.

Summer seemed to opportunely occupy that adjacent, empty bar stool only long enough for Autumn to return from the bathroom. The light keeps disappearing and it's all a damn, crying shame, perhaps because it's just always so achingly familiar. We call it Fucktober, because it's always the fucking truth. Time passing over an inanimate stage of place, in pictures: it began with melon and peaches and then began again with apples and gjetost, our neighbor shuffling about the alleyway hocking loogies all the same and irrespective of season; I vacated to the Gulf shore and buried myself in surf and seafood just to return to The Hive in time for Counselor HoneyBee to relocate to what is now known as The Hive Annex, Elsewhere, District of Catastrophes. I made those Chelsea buns for those Saturday morning movers and shakers who shook our Foreign Bee Correspondent free; roasted pork and apples, we all fall down.

Between the lackluster arboreal summer exhale and the full stop hibernation through the winter is the repeat matrix of our everyday, and perhaps maybe we're less than thrilled by all the costume changes. Oof, it's all so C-O-doubleM-O-N.

I find it to be true that in this kind of time we often and unequivocally require liberal pie slices of each others time, however possible to be shared; love, please, cut me a piece, unapologetically. This Saturday, October 18th at 8pm I'm setting an inanimate stage with every luscious morsel this autumn has to offer up, so, please, come breathe some life into it, intimately.

[Dinner is a three-course, all inclusive eating and drinking affair, shared with others at a beautiful communal table. A suggested donation of $65 per person is requested. Reply to this email to reserve seats or for further inquiry. The locale will be disclosed to you upon the confirmation of your reservation.]