Somehow -

- somehow I would like these images -

- to be emblematic for the year - coins pressed into the hands of St. Francis (to grant wishes? because there were no fountains? as penance) and his compatriot, a groundhog, with a knit cap.

I do not know what they mean. I am sitting at exactly midnight in Cambridge, MA, alone on New Years in someone else's apartment, victim of a scheduling foul-up, and that is what I want to say: that a groundhog and some coins are the emblems of the year, at least at this moment.

So what comes next? Right now it's a sour feeling, but the year is still full of narrative and personal possibilities, despite an inauspicious beginning. This being New Year's, and I being here alone with Ftrain and a lot of ambition, I will, simply, continue to resolve, and improve my resolution - my dots per inch, my steadfastness, my declarations, my telescopic vision.