Dog will hunt, life itself, and the tv series fan page beamed to us from the future.

What more of recent appurtenances and transgressions, denials and bickerings, flailings at what was perceived, wrought?

Dog will hunt.

Of my own perambulation amongst the concourse, I think that I have not been sufficiently brought to "aerodynamic drag" or things like viscosity and other things, by past appurtenances, transgressions, denials and bickerings, flailings at what was perceived, but with a signpost pointing further ahead, and another marking the current spot, with the current spot being only a dim tactile awareness, listening to my breath and such other: imagining myself in meditation, or meditating on the fact that I could be meditating.

Of some of the Indian method, to listen to the breath to concentrate on the breath, "divine wind" such as it is called, and prefunctory fumblings at such, to just simply lay there and breath, the proverbial existential prisoner marking off little ticks that counts towards some proto-human sin debt.

Perpetually caught in half-sneer, half-grin, expecting both, perhaps, laughter and pain at once.

Among the depressed, there is a kind of horror at the perceived numbness of oneself, and that too, pushes one onward, perhaps even, towards the drastic?  Nay, to experience the half-sneer and half-grin at once is not any kind of crisis within oneself, but it is the very signpost itself of existence, and that going stand by as a nexus, at once innervated through its linkages between past, present and future.

Almost as if time travel were possible in the mind, or even in electronic transmission on the order of those commonplace today: even a theory of some internet posts, those in the cloud particularly, in transmission, screaming through the jigawatts and ultimately traversing time, such that the internet at times is not only so fast, as much to perplex perception, but in fact, pre-existing.

I saw once, under this theory, with this lensing, that a Twilight Zone encyclopedia online seemed kind of like a future publication, an almanac from the far future that explained their past, which was our present, and here, we could access it.  Another theorist took the tact that the still screen caps on the individual encyclopedia entries contained tiny imperfections in the stills, seeming to be simple video artifacts, or encoding artifacts when viewed at "normal resolution" but upon magnification became secret messages to a loose conglomeration of evil operatives.

It was as if, not as I said, having a free Angelfire web page, "I talked about the past, and unknowingly foretold the future", but instead, this latter paradigm, "in the future, I talked about the past which in turn, in publication, dictated the present."

And as it were, and will be, caught in half-sneer, half-grin, expecting both perhaps, laughter and pain at once.

Google supposedly, the "time crystal", something of transmission, presumably low power consumption, but tremendous speed, the hertz.