The man who found my book at Barnes&Nobles just shuffled off behind the counter, never looking at me in the eye. I wondered about him. x. Was he okay? Did he hear things too? Was he caught up in the cloud of mind dust over his vision?

The voices, meaning to or not, separate us from the rest of life, stealing away our time with the rest of the world. NO. YSe x9. o. We love o.

WE lose hours and days lost inside. a.