These pages are for ruminating. Percolating, even. Lately my mind ponders my most recent “setting out,” the latest installment in a lifetime of fits and spurts, big beginnings that naturally waned into ruts of all varieties.

Back on the subway, inside the E train, barrelling away from Chelsea through the tunnel. In the years since leaving New York, my relationship with the city has matured. I

This part of Dallas is a graffiti frontier, on the same block as the Fabrication Yard where people can paint the many abandoned industrial buildings without fear of legal retribution. That’s not to say without retribution from the streets, where regular laws don’t always apply.

Before setting out to work, I take stock to make the most of a fresh new week ahead. The coming days hold promising opportunities to continue this creative journey. I breathe deeply in a sense of gratitude and fortune, and a touch of luck. Maybe more than a touch.