i think the poison has been expunged. that's r's word, and it's good, we are sponges, the body absorbs the environment, but the body can squeeze itself and expunge the toxins, whether organic or the corrosive dealings in political-virtual reality. i'm drinking coffee again, eating apples and cashew yogurt with paleo crunch. i'm depleted, but not much more than my normal depletion. i have reserves under my depletion. reading metahuman i think about the reserves beyond my reserves, how to draw from the vast well the default mode network overlays like a webbed grid. it's vague but potent. we know there's something more than the moribund everyday reality. you can get there from here and you can get something from nothing. meanwhile power in virtual reality destroys—but consciousness survives. consciousness knows what's going on—consciousness is what's going on—no matter what happens to be virtually destroyed.