I haven’t been wanting to write lately. Partly because my attention span has been whittled away by my increasing participation in the phenomenon known as twitch media, exemplified by Twitter, Friendfeed, as well as the new Facebook. But also partly because I’ve been in a state of disordered transition for the past few months, haphazardly figuring out what I want to do with my life. I still don’t really know, exactly, but I’ve at least decided which direction to go in this garden of forking paths.

But I am at last returning to the city of my birth. The northbound 5 was closed at the 91, so I ended up taking a detour, going west then north on the 110, passing through downtown L.A. A wall of clouds brooded over the skyline, and the clouds shimmered wanly from the lights of the buildings reaching into the sky. Around midnight, my iPod started playing “Með suð í eyrum” [lyrics] by Sigur Rós as I sped through the heart of the city, casting a magical spell. For a moment, all the memories I’ve attached to this city unfolded in my mind, all the great defeats, all the small triumphs, my grand folly, my great luck, those brief moments of consolation, those few seconds of insight.

I still don’t know if I’ve made the best decisions. I’ve let entropy and chance make too many decisions for me, but sometimes, all you can do is hang on and ride.