i told k. i would be there in the quantum nonlocal way, but maybe i'll be there bodily too. i wonder how long my teeth will last. they were saved by george, but nothing is simply saved but has to keep being saved every day. the mystery is nonbeing. do words make real? words may be the only body we have left when we go. they may disperse like a crowd, or clouds. i did have the distinct feeling when rose died she was going somewhere, as though nonbeing was a place. i'm thinking of neil young's everybody knows this is nowhere. we always think we're going somewhere until we're gone. the revelation is we knew it all along.