And the days slip by keep slipping by a whole year could pass like this without breath, without life, without caring whole years have slipped by by and by The days are short half gone by the time I awaken The nights are dark... omega 3, selenium, vitamin D, T everything is fine except my head gone, by quigon, gone quoth the raven? no, 'tis a dog that taps on the door, not a bird. Perhaps I could live like this. I don't seem to run out of things to do. The veil between the real life which does not exist and the electronic life which is not real Nothing is real. A delicate vase and statuettes behind glass, safe from dust
