000006 #human #roach I feel as if I'm riding on a spiral arm: I'm inches away, hyperdimensionally, from my old life. I'm literally sitting in a cafe on the Riverwest/East Side nexus, typing away. I could go outside and be down in the river in next to nothing flat. But I still wouldn't BE there, would I? It still wouldn't be the same ME down there, making footprints in the sludge, even if I could bring myself to fuck-it-all and pretend it was. Travelling along the spiral, I'm light-years away from that stinkin' river. And that's okay. I don't really want to step across the gap and go BACK. But....