the truth is I can do this all the time, I can write this all the time, I can tap this, I can tap that ass, I can type away the voices there, here, my own. on and on it goes, he goes, they go, they go far away but always come back again. a loop. a ferris wheel. up and away but crashing back down again. without the violence of course, without the need for speed. but speed is of utmost necessity, else you miss the jumping off point, or rather the jumping on. I think of you and the urge to fumble about like this.