February 1973

Feeding you– 

Tidbits of news about my life and my current state of affairs would be like lies suspended in a vacuum. I need to tell you that I am restless and dissatisfied– sleepwalking through numb gray days. But how can I tell you at the same time that I am alive and aware and operating on levels of experience changed with discovery and, I think, love?

I have been in this limbo for nearly a year now.