A fortnight in a wonderland of new faces and voices harmonizing. The sun on my skin, the moon on my skin, the water everyday. Pillars of green and tarps flapping in the wind. The wolf howls, the enemy growls and a beaver slaps his tail. Just pound a few beers and go down to the river and pray.

Blink and rolling away automated, synthesized. Blink and photocopies by the pound on goldenrod or salmon.
Say goodbye. Adjust. Integrate into regular society. Today may be torture and panic attacks but let's wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow, the day I just might wake up and fall in love with teamwork and the four C's.

It's either this or a mall job.