Sometimes I think about it disappearing. Where it goes. Animals disappear, leaving their ghost lives with us. Everything that went extinct is still here. I had a blog that hovered out of reach and then disappeared beyond retrieval. I refer to it sometimes in orbit, in space but not the space that lies out there. It's like a chapter of a lost book. It floats nowhere. I think about things while I'm here. I hope to leave without regrets.