looking for a heartbeat among the ashes

After work yesterday, I wandered into Washington Square Park, looking for the science fiction group which I first encountered some twenty-one years ago. Three people were there, one of whom I'd not seen in about two years, and we spent some time catching up. I'll write more later (and this time I want to, because it was disquieting, and I need to verbalize just how).

Then off to deal with issues in the vampyre community. Some were resolved, some are up in the air, and there's a distinct feeling that there's a lot of crap still needing to be aired out and disposed of. People got hurt, and will continue to get hurt.

After that, I poked my head into Rose's Turn, where I hoped Soren and Reive were still talking and listening to music, and -- miracle! -- they were. I'd missed the guy with the unearthly falsetto,, but it was still a good weird night. An after-midnight meal, with gossip about the play, the perils of looking back at one's past, the self-righteousness of people who have discovered that something is bad for them, and therefore it must be bad for everyone; then a swift and efficient cab ride home.

I've taken off today, and plan to write, everywhere, to catch up on life.