Ideas tug at the skull like inverted teeth whose nerves connect to a nervous system beyond their center. One is susceptible to thinking as from the recoil of a repeating rifle. As from a sentence. As to compare creates an identity that puts a contract out on difference. You can hole up in a repetition for days. All the apples in Adam. I fought the law and one law won. It was the law that made the tugging necessary. The past is a path between gardens and it is guarded equally by what you can't remember as by what you dare to recall. If you don't face what you recoil from, you will never recover from. The moon flat as a tarmac. The shades are wrinkled. It's nobody's asphalt. It just occurs. And maybe it was someone else's path since you woke up to find that you had been run over. A series of possible worlds has been proposed and shot down as too optimistic. That half of emptiness that fills you up, buttercup. The dark smokes your eyes and writing stokes the embers in an echo chamber.