You walk down the street as if everything is fine

You decide to walk down the street as you would if there isn't anything wrong. Or, you walk down the street. The sky is bleary -but that could just as well be your eyes -you don't remember if you had breakfast as that decision seems to be relevant here as your achilles' heels, shin bones connected to your ankle bones muscles and pavement over slight gradients and significant noise in the mix making things harder in ways you can easily handle. You are walking, you bipedal human you. You know what it is to walk and you as you look up towards school, you realize you are there.

to say, "odd that it took so quick to walk here," and wander towards your locker

to receive bonus sensory information from the walk -if you've eaten breakfast already at this point in the narrative.

to go straight to the library.

No one sees you as you walk through the turnstile.

You decide to work your way through the exit to the library. You look back and realize that you are through already. Your feet are oriented northward. You know that this as you walk through what ammounts to a short-cut to your biology class in any event.

There is an odd tug at the right side of your right leg. You turn your head without really even registering the little degree of pain but knowing that it was peculiar.
To your surprise, you see a cart for library books with wheels on the bottom so it can be pushed.

To not even look at the cart hitting your leg -or maybe it was just you got your sweater caught in it -maintaining your turgid facade, turn to page the next in this series being oh, 78a

To at least use your eyes and take any temporary moment of thought or coincidence or change that seems real and true and good - to just go with that, go to another page. I should tell you, it isn't going to be a bunch of pages of an excursion in either event.

But the choice here is an important one because the past has a way of catching up to you. And while no matter what choice you choose to lead, you are going to make it to that science class (bio-chem as the class was more often called as science class). But based upon the way people know what you will have done, so you must know this always happens at the beginning.

To Choose The Future To Doubt What is Going On

To choose the future, go to page 55
To doubt what is going on, go to page 31

You neglect your journal, leaving it untouched for weeks.

Erin comes into your room. You heard her coming and she can see that you are at your desk. You're pretty sure this is going to be one of those times where you think it is bullshit she makes such a big deal of being Erin the human instead of Ms Botz, the science teacher. Hell, Ms Botz was already a nickname off of her full-name. It's Ms Botsukowski - but you aren't sure of the spelling. For a second you think maybe Erin is a made-up name.

But that tumbles out of your mind as Ms Botz is wearing her authority glasses. You wonder when you noticed about those purple glasses and how she always wears them when she is telling someone what to do. She is talking to you about your journal and what you have written in it lately. She knows you haven't been writing. You mention that you have been living the future and it slows you down to much to stop in the middle of things. You reject a couple nasty phrases you could say -hoping she'll go away.

You can't figure out what is making you the most upset about this whole thing. She didn't knock. You're increasingly positive that she does the thing with the authority glasses on purpose. And how the fuck does she know you haven't been writing anyways and you realize she has no special purchase on this new world. You decide that she has been leaning heavily on her teacher-student position with everyone from the class.

You still believe everything you all decided in there. And you are grateful that you made it to that science class and for all the support that came out of that. But Ms Botz is obviously having trouble finding spots in the new changing ways. So you know why she hovers, needles, and bosses her way through human contact.

But she is seriously starting to piss you off.


To make a snide comment about her glasses and follow that path towards a confrontation where you belittle her worth ... go to page 45.

To engage in frank, constructive dialog about your journal, whether Ms Botz -Erin -is going to be an equal, and why she has no special rights over your things or your actions because of her status from Before ... go to page 62

You show an interest in the Citizen Guide to the Galaxy - page whatever

You have tried to strain credulity by avoiding the self-evident otherness of the object. But how great the fit. And the feeling of the fit fitting.

Through various data transfer networks / or paper or all sorts of different things as you have grappled with as you have tried to retain and style the

it is like the hitch-hiker's guide to the galaxy, "sort of an electronic book" "haphazardly updated over the sub-ether net.

And in some of the more relaxed civilizations on the outer left arm of the galaxy (like Earth at coordinates ZZ9 plural Z alpha)

all entities whose lifespans originate in any of the plural zones, you risk death by going through hyperspace and should choose not to do so ... please do not eat this ticket

I have another blog post that gets at what I was meaning to say there but didn't

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Very quickly you fall back asleep and experience a fitfully intense dream. There is very little discernible of your situation in this dream that you won't really remember. Even while asleep, part of you remembers the phrase you heard recently that you ruminate over, "privileged access" is the short version and the one that speaks itself the loudest in your head. You also know, "privileged access to yourself."

Someone didn't believe that people have privileged access to themselves despite what most people believe. You don't know that it was Errol Morris quoted by Chuck Klosterman. You never knew that.


to follow the dream the way it comes at you, go to page 5. to dig deep into the true echo memories that underlie the dream go to page 13.