we cannot see ourselves as 
others see us; trapped 
within perspectives, glowing 
with the shifing colors of 
our moods and happenstance like 
luminiscent fireflies or 
maybe lights on panels on 
the starship enterprise as 
larger characters take up 
the foreground -- even this 
long-running blog is like 
a series of epitaphs of strangers 
who are no longer who i am, which 
is to say, that what i 
was is not the same as where 
i am not even sure that 
any of this makes 
bank