A very small shell script.
Read this half asleep in my email - sent to an ancient address - and something kept me reading, something familiar, something striving for meaning that I liked. Then I remembered you from another lifetime by a different name. You LA, my son's age. Me NH farm boy, beard long white. Your style bursting with Brentano's 'intentionality', full of references I don't recognise. But American like me - caring about Edward Snowden, and our wood skills. Godspeed.