what have i been doing? i don't know! the sun's gone down and i feel like i'm in a bathtub suddenly drained, and my tender parts have shrunk up inside, well that's not quite right. somebody said they heard sounds issuing from the other room like an answering machine like old episodes of the twilight zone with no mention of the impeachment and a cat adamantly on their lap and i said i'm watching new episodes of the alternate reality capitol twilight zone and listening to the trains and the washing machine. and now i'm coming out of it with krishna das who slaps his chest and says as far as i can tell i'm alive, yes i'm still here—sita ram, coff, coff, harmonium sounds flow over and refresh my mind please like a brook a fish idling in the current over smooth ticking rocks.