Que La Vida Me Entrega

And your humble narrator now submits to himself to you all. In what were 3 days spent in The City on Top of the World, a land in the clouds here in El Salvador whose appearance defies all logical placement in this tattered country and in what was now over a week ago, has left yours truly in a state of blissful urgency. In what abstraction I still find myself in I have torn from the reverie and matters pertaining to the long list of August events of which you will find your narrator taking an active participatory role, has sat down for but a few moments to write to you all.

Arrested with a stare, brushed by a Seraph’s wing I am left awestruck with but my breath to remind me that I am still among the living.

Your Affectionate Volunteer,

SCRUTAPE