There we were, drenched in uncertainty and fear as midnight, and with it the new era, approached. Humanity was displaying and acting out its inner turmoils and fears with increasing despondency. Once the hour had passed as significantly and insignificantly as all the others before it we were faced with the realization that none of our attempts to attach meaning to the universe or the planet or anything about ourselves had had any bearing on the outcomes of those things. Left humiliated and powerless we began the quest for a new, more appetizing truth, culminating in the idea of a responsible creator beyond reproach. This is year one. What’s one to do? Some people just relate to the darkness more.

Tentative first steps always wobble with uncertainty and agitation. We were wired for the familiar in a world of surprise. Strange. In all the passing of different times none led to this inconspicuous room in an existence undefineable. Where is this? How do you leave? The only reason they tell you not to stop moving is because if you do you’ll see they’re the only reason you can’t. Someone ought to write the thirteen steps of recovery from recovery. I’d drink to that. Where’s the clairvoyant? Of all the fucking people not to have invited…

Well, whatever, the show must go on directionless with that painfully familiar critical hindsight.

I too danced in that circumstantial trance, death always close at hand but never too close to chance, a sideways glance changed pretense as a weapon of death made its advance.

The tendrils of weightlessness and escape writhe their way into my psyche as I take another hit, solace achieved in the evidence of a brave new world awoken, prepped to keep me contained and placated with each satiating exhale.

I want to get so high that I’m looking down on the moon, I want to get so high that that’s just a stop en route, I want to get so high that the high never stops but always chasing demons is like criminals chasing cops. Such exquisite logistics brew a snake oil analgesic for the ordained loss of limits to obvious mental physics.

Ignoring loss doesn’t make it go away.