Road Notes: Antioch, CA., 2PM

Vacation and a 45 minute shower. Do you know what this equals? It equals an unprecedented, rubbery length of out-time during which one's thoughts wander through the minds of your minds like a suave host of a very high to-do party; though,, more accurately, without a differing opinion to abound, it feels like an Algonquin Roundtable, but with those curved-arc tables, four of them together, so that there is an open bit of space in the middle. At each luxurious chair around the table in a mirror; in the middle of this eloquently intelligent donut is me, speaking, talking to the mirrors, talking and turning, talking and turning.

[sidereal sidenote]

Superman. It just occurred to me. Kryptonite doesn't kill him; it is merely a chemical defense mechanism - it makes him normal. It is camoflague, enabling him to fit in and appear as flawed and human as we, forcing him out of his Super-Nest, so that he may develop actual human talents, traits, and strengths.

Kryptonite was just Superman's high school.

Kryptonite wouldn't kill him; that was all a lie. But being 'Super' and being forced to feel like so many of us do every day...who wouldn't want to die?

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