secret motel

I'm getting better at removing myself. Absorbing information with zero emotional attachment. I find it easier now to put myself in space. Watch and wait. Your persons and events aren't so great. You are all part of a tiny drop squeezing out of the faucet and plummeting toward the drain. I take comfort in the immense seas of blackness called Before and After. Sailing is bliss when I'm too dead to care.