is coming home ..................In October, I heard voices........................the sound of water.........I thought it was hackers in Palo Alto. rain................................I told the therapist. cold water......................She made some notes on her pad while I talked. blood stains....................I thought they had figured out how to crack into our minds, and I was worried. brown grass on the hills... "Regulate this technology," my mind whispered to them. a flowered dress.............."Legalize this technology," they whispered back. a glass of beer................. sleep............................... background noise............ low flying planes............. intermittent pain............... continually unable to connect............. the smell of green grass.... warm sun on the rocks......................... a red front door................ cold cereal........................ working............................ making things.................... a white shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... nausea.............................. footprints........... unwashed windows......... only a computer could fathom............... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................

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