081413 #worm Woof. Npydyuan: the veil is thin. Outdated, antiquated, overweight demidemons come out to play in the fog. Coffee and danish are hot-links to another world, the one you used to live in--to live in! Could it be that memory is imprecise? In the afternoon of technology, your old friends do not exist. No Bnirke, no Bnabe, no Farmer, no Barn even. It's been bought and sold; labelled, parcelled and posted for the baleful eye of night. Mornings only, when the veil is thin and the angle of the sun permits mist, can you go into what used to be called the woods again. The woods, which will never be the same again. I have absolutely no idea where to begin, says Me.