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Hand From The Sky
Help that should not have been there
I’ve always known that reality slips for me.
From the outside, it might look like mental instability.
And perhaps it is.
From the inside, however, it feels like this:
Something that did not exist a bit ago, now does. Something that I placed meticulously, is now gone. A fact of many years, is no more. Something I remember well, does not exist, apparently never did. One might consider gaps in time, suggesting mischievous personalities who take control, but that is not the case.
Time does not gap for me.
It slips.
Hand From The Sky
My dream, since I was eleven years old, was to attend the University of California at San Diego, a beautiful college system located amongst the eucalyptus trees of Torrey Pines State Park — a natural reserve overlooking the magnificent Pacific Ocean.
In the fall of 1969, I began my third year of cloistered bliss wandering and studying on that gorgeous campus.
