On Saturday I went on an extensive drift, a solitary wandering meditation guided by whatever falls on the path. I was looking for resonant symbols and hoping to find old friends despite anxiety from mild prosopagnosia. Luckily five of them found me and we spent the evening commiserating on the old problem of art vs security and taking advantage of the abundant free food and alcohol all over the RISD reunion weekend campus.Providence revealed a hundred oddities and wonders. From mobile art, to the fruits of the strange garden of Wunderground; from the opening of the impossibly grand new library, to the haunted passages of WaterFire. Illuminated poems emerged from the water. Secret neon animals hid behind peepholes. I left my rollerskate necklace in an offering bowl as thanks.
