The world around me and my past seem far away and distorted, as if time and space were taffy being stretched and looped and twisted out of shape.

My habit of glorifying things far away in space and time, also contributed to my social isolation.

Time assumes another dimension now - work and absorption in the search for an answer.

I want to stop time, freeze myself at this level and never let go of her.

Everything was so distorted, so out of whack. Now, everything's starting to shape up. I spent a couple months working on my house, and I'm finishing up with my mom's house. It's making this holiday special.

When a place gets crowded enough to require ID's, social collapse is not far away. It is time to go elsewhere. The best thing about space travel is that it made it possible to go elsewhere.