I've been out of it for a while. And it felt good. Not that I was ever really into anything. I get tired of getting stuck in the rut quite quickly. So I back out of my obligations. I’m bad with compulsions like that. Or other. The year is coming to its end and we haven’t come any closer to finding each other again. You set a standard that is no longer in my spectrum. I can’t meet it anymore. And it frustrates you. And I don’t care about it. Somewhere I lost the urge to justify or to heal it. I have amputated this need with a blunt device: replacement. A highly unelegant solution. I see your feats whiz by. The pose the gestures the allure. It’s all still there as if you never even blinked once. Again, as always, we are all completely obsolete. Your flapping of the arms. My getting all aggravated over nothing. I no longer believe it is about you. Nor that it ever was about you. It was, and is about me. I irritate me. That’s good to know. No? Very helpful indeed.