Update

Jason 1, Typhoon 0.

Some very cool mystical things happened to me, trying to wind my way home last night. I lost my way a few times, but as it turned out all I needed to do was to pretend I was in a story and follow the metaphysical rules that always seem to pop up in them, like taking roads less traveled by, and venturing risks that spontaneously occur all of a sudden. Being logical got me lost--pretending there was some artistic design to the universe got me found. The experience was another one of those that I think will drive my art-wary mind crazy one day. I think, to help things along, I'll write a poem about it. I'll keep you posted.