August 17, 2011
It's a rampant thing in the racing heart and mind of one who wonders at the sudden disappearance of a kindred soul. It is presumed some alien factor has invaded, intruded where I thought secure, a place sacrosanct and unique. Corruption occurs in a blink, hardly visible, especially to the one affected. All others close may see something shift, a subtle, tiny shift, yet distinct and profoundly deep, beyond their ken working its way to the center of sensibility and calm, straight to the cable box itself where transmissions begin and end; a box to be tooled by a grace.