Hello again. I lift my head above the radio static. I lost some people. So I went away for a while. To see what it's like to go away. To see what it's like to be gone. To inhabit absence. It doesn't make me feel any better. I've missed you. Even if you didn't notice or care that I went away. And I thought about never coming back. But I'm one to get attached to absence. Your absence means more to me than your presence ever did. And my own absence doesn't mean so much to me if I'm not here to fully appreciate it.