imagined_or_not stork daddy there's some consistency to the world. if it was just created right now, my invented memory gives me a map it serves me well to rely on. whether the world is real or in our minds, the perils of navigating it seem the same. abandoned by another real person, or our imagined version of them. both hurt, and both are out of our immediate power it seems. 050608 what's it to you? who go blather from