Countdown. Final preparations begin for my departure from this planet, from this world. I wonder if you would/will still be able to read the blog of someone who exists in a different dimension from you? I mean, how do internet protocols work for that sort of thing? Guess we’re gonna have to figure it out soon though, cause I have some pictures for you that describe what I mean.

One of the great things about blogging is that it perhaps is the most self-conscious forms of writing ever invented. I mean, what other kind of writing throughout history would you do, and then immediately hand it out to a bunch of strangers who then try to pick you apart from the privacy of their own homes? I swear it must be preparing us psychosocially (a great word!) for the day when we all just openly begin flying around in little spaceships and are only connected by thin strands of much-loved data we broadcast out and then triangulate into physical space?

Cause I mean, we’re not doing that already. And that’s me being self-consciously tongue in cheek or something (it’s hard to keep track anymore) and implying that this *is* in fact the nature of what reality is, and nothing else. Little ships firing off projections into the darkness. The ships cluster together, and use interference patterns in the wave form of their projections to create a playground, a stage for us all to come in and recreate the memories of these things long passed.

Maybe that’s what we are. Probes sent out by God at the very beginning of time from the center of the universe. All we had on us was the Good News, the Grand Opening announcement/advertisement to go throughout the many dimensions to announce that our universe now existed and was open for business. Maybe all we do is record and replay what happened long ago, in endless loops, sadly, sorrowfully, like baby Superman hummed to sleep for eons by sad songs of long lost lonely Krypton.

I have a bunch of old pictures sitting around on this computer. Old archetypal scenes which struck me for some reason over the past year. Maybe that’s a better way to spend our time together this time. I will just play you some scenes of long lost lonely Krypton, as we drift onward to what is to come.

Goodnight. Until next time.