bauji decided to stop talking, to get closer to the essence. who's bauji? just a guy in india.

but before that he decided to only believe in empirical evidence, well not evidence of empire, but what he could see and touch. so he quit his travel agent job because he'd never been anywhere and could not in good faith issue a ticket for places that might not exist in the empire.

tomorrow which is now today we go to therapy.

not for my head. for his body. i dont go for doctoring myself, cuz i'm a ornery tough old bastard and a wimp. but for my mister. i just have top last as long as him.

like a lilting morning song, like a sleepy rising sky, it beckons today my heart it's been captured.

maybe infinity chords.