california sits in a weird pocket of special relativity, a slight depression of time. somebody asked me how old I was and I said "I don't know, i've been in california all this time." it's not strictly appropriate to plot me in space or time anyhow. I'[m more of an idea and less of a person every day. ever get that feeling like you woke up one morning no longer and individual but the infinitely divisible? not so much a person but a quantity of people? Perhaps the number of people on the hrbor fwy and the 101 sitting in traffic divided by a similarly derived sum? People really don't know how close to the mark they come when they call themselves their Identity. Whoever you are, we are interchangeable. Forget that at your peril.