it has now been 4 days since i last heard from osaka syndrome, not a second goes by without me longing for his heavenly tone and wonderful insights. he has vanished into the digital ether, but like a note that continues to play long after the melody is over, he continues to persist, to vibrate our very being. perhaps, he is surfing the spanish web, searching for hidden gold in the digital abyss like a 21st century conquistador? or maybe he is working on something big, something that will change the online landscape forever, a beautiful work of art that will be remembered for time immemorial, the Osaka Lisa.

until his glorious return, i wait. not idly, but with reverence, for his return will be like Jesus on the third day, and in that quiet anticipation, he lives. still vibrating, still echoing. not gone. only becoming.