Xangamnesia.  Yes, I completely forgot about Xanga.  (So sorry to those who absolutely hang-on-xang.)

So the question is: Was I living completely in the Real World?  Or Another Reality? 

To me, the real world is another reality.  And, now that I've finally had a taste of it, I find it quite an exciting other rarity.

For example:  I just went shopping in a major chain supermarket and saw, took in, and consumerically absorbed absolutely everything and every body.  I went there to buy nothing and I consumed everything.  I was the supreme black-hole consumer.  My shopping hunger ingested salads; wine racks; clam bakes; toilet paper; generic and brand-name cat food; overly tall and thin business-type housewives; cute and petite girls out poking red, raw cuts of beef; dirty vents on the ceiling--some dirtier than others; a child saying "blah, blah, blah" and the mother agreeing that the person of interest to the child was, indeed, dressed funny;  cheese - both the cheapest and the most expensively aged; blue-eyes, blond-haired, and seductively effervescent: sxy; at least 40 varieties of mushrooms; a spare bug still flying around in this summery post-summer indoor stomach-trap; a cop that I noticed precisely while the store speakers blared the song "I fought the Law, and the Law won"; fish balloons; 26 check-out cashiers and bag-packers all at one common-fated, corporate-dictated, yet individually-rebellious once, once once; coffee creamer; only three whole turkeys in a freezer; a businessman whose tie was swingless; no shoplifters but plenty of security cameras; blood-death-meat inviting me to stare at it; juicy-juice; life-eyes-brown purposely avoiding my gaze; sxy, sxy, sxy - but where were the flowers? ; the honey?

I didn't spend even a penny. 

But I supremely unleashed my hunger and perfectly consumed it all.

For one brief shining moment, my spirit encountered pure commodities and their seekers.

Yet, still I wonder what I missed. 

Who among us truly knows what it's like to run with the wind...

     like the wind...

          as the wind?

Dwell not like death amidst the dead.  That's what, and perhaps all, I know.

Instead, dwell like life amidst the living...

          dwell as life.

Despite the looming gloom of doom and unforseen crises waiting to pounce, I am yet in awe of all the beauty in this world.

And take it, henceforth, as my duty to attempt to describe, perpetuate and celebrate it all.

And after describing the merriment of chasing the first and last leaf to fall in the already Autumn, take in the magnificence of the first snowflake of an oncoming season colliding ever so lazily with the outreach of a young child's tongue.