Back from LA

I stand chided. It's true, I've been silent for the better part of a week. The bonds of modern technology bar my travels as an excuse, but my head is still bloated and fecund from a concentrated discharge of experiences. The colorful new personalities, nearly forgotten smells, bright tastes, and rich textures are slowly assembling themselves in my head. These memories squeeze themselves into my memory's creaky scaffolding and then begin to slowly reshape my mind's old shelves around the demands of their alien structures. Ow.