It started with a lazy drift through my RSS feeds. Bored by the litany of posts-for-posting-sake, (rescued from the shallow riptide), I glide towards deeper waters, namely, Longreads. I plunge into Gutted. Awakened, I steer toward  The Tree Line, Kansas, 1934. Carried by Means, I point purposefully towards Death Be Not Chic. Back-peddle. Straighten. Bend ahead. Slight turn. Heavy Sentences: Joseph Epstein writing about F. L. Lucas, a deep, cool current. Inspired, I leave my lumbering craft for terra firma. I search for Lucas in my library. The expedition for Lucas becomes a discovery of Isaac Singer. I read a chapter and return to Tumblr.

Where was I?