It is October, 2016, and I am still alive…still here in this corporeal body waiting for a new cave in which to lay my weary head. This is supposed to be the month, the time it settles down to coalesce into a new life, a new beginning. Autumn has always felt like a beginning to me, where others see decay and coldness. I welcome the closeness of the darkness, like returning to the womb, in warm glow of firelight. Hello fall.