After a week in Mexico, I have reconsidered certain aspects of SA/SE. Perhaps it was the sacremental sangria on the veranda of the villa where we stayed. A wedding on the beach at sunset. The market in the village, with all its trinkets for curios. That Macabre Tavern, bringing strange birds from beyond. The moonlit surf, sand filled waves crashing down and churning. Two Places at Once insinuating beautufully in and out of my consciousness everyday.

I didn't get it until now. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.