"They say that wild geese, flying southward, Here turn back, this very month.... Shall my own southward journey Ever be retraced, I wonder? ...The river is pausing at ebb-tide, And the woods are thick with clinging mist -- But tomorrow morning, over the mountain, Dawn will be white with the plum-trees of home." Song Zhiwen (c. 660 – 710) "a way a lone a last a loved a long the / riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay..."James Joyce, Finnegan’s Wake (1939.) This work traces an imaginary voyage from the youthful beginnings of a river, winding and surging through maturity to its ultimate destination the ocean. Although the traveller may never return to the river’s origin, there is a deep sense of nostalgia for home and a kinship with the countless travellers who have made a similar trek in days past and still to come. Dedicated in friendship and admiration to Nicole Li and Corey Hamm.