a return to writing, a new database structure, a return to thinking and such as such, world, life, ultimate, the disc keeps spinning, and takes up time, weeks fly by, the summer is over, fall soon descends, and these past three months are gone, to be repeated in a year, and other things to take up time, to find out time, to figure things out. fear is still present, fear still exists, in the touch of a hand, the reaching out i recoil, the acknowledgement i run from, it is not comfortable, when all i seek is comfort, but is that not the rub? but with structure beneath me, maybe more words can be stored, written, and passed from me, to you.