I’ve only been out for four weeks so far… and it feels like I’ve been gone for four months… funny how time gets stretched and distorted and becomes a lost buried manuscript in some forgotten tomb… like I’m an astronaut and have gone into space, and when I return, everyone else will have aged and grown in documentable, noticeable distances… time and history will have moved ahead in measurable blocks… while I, the cosmonaut in a tiny capsule on a different plane of time, remain lost in space…