In which I attempt to find a point, and found a stage instead.
In which I rally for fixed points in gaming space, or something like that. (Days off are hard.)
In which I look beyond the front and find the back.
In which I contemplate the idea that I’m not just a brain floating in a dissociated physical body, but there might even possibilities of limited integration..
In which I give a chaotic ramble about the attempt I’m making to order something which is beautifully chaotic in subject matter, but should be orderly on the outside.