081413 #worm That glow seems especially bright from outside. Doesn't it always? From the opposite corner of the intersection, you see a rectangular halo glow, and the occasional silhouettes of figures inside. Are they dancing? Are they working? Even if--perhaps especially if--they're working, they at least belong in there. Whether they realize it or not, they bask in the puppy-basket warmth of the recently freed. And you? Do you remember that feeling, the feeling of collaboration with the infinite? Do you remember how this darkness felt before, when you knew you could still step back to the other side of that window, any time you wanted? You hear the faint escaped signal of a radio--a familiar, love-you-forever song; an ultra-pop, little-too-sweet, superficial, utterly soul-wrenching song that you really love. You step out into the street.