At airport gate, waiting. Originally, a dawn departure. The story is generally uninteresting, but that's okay because we're leaving on a re-booked flight a few hours later — sleeping in would have been nice. Instead of rest, Robin is finding coffees somewhere on the concourse. Goodbye Chicago.
Goodbye Chicago, It was mostly Not.
Memories of Japan are easy to get lost in, the time period was often a blur. Capsule hotels, bullet trains, insomnia, and several neuro-cognitive mods offering symbiotic boosts to perception. Stimulated by a then-unknown cranial passenger, a surging PRL level resulted, HPG-axis thrown off course, thyroid blasting T3 in feedback-loop, resulting metabolic rate sky high. In personable social terms, an immediate realization dawned upon landing, that so many people seem
one of The Death Ride's classic Tahoe passes, sadly no longer on the event's roster
An early morning log of conscious considerations upon waking up