roving me? thoughts are roving through the midden-heap of my mind. silence, collection, rising and falling. postulate: pretend for a moment that everything you believe in exists. then stop. now what? 991205 ... amy one day i walked into a room and said, enough! but things have got to change i'm leaving. i go backandforth and backandforth, for nothing to stop me. ship rolls. i'll figure it out eventually or get my sea legs or go to sleep or something. blah blah. 000308 what's it to you? who go blather from