“I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time”*
It’s as though Lois Lane has been writing my blog, I think now as I am being drawn to the dining room table ….not realizing everyone else has joined us; there is Elsa at the other head of the table and there is Hanna and Andres…. as I think back to a moment years ago at Gerald’s by the Met, one of the times when he regressed me ….things from that memory—the family gathering I remember things I shared with Gerald from that; so many deeply personal things about myself with him over the years and about Jörn —and again think about Gerald and why hasn’t he replied to my texts…. and I feel like such a blind idiot for not seeing what was always right in front of me
But sit down near Josef who sits at the head, like at the Fölkmoot as Jörn flanks my right and even this feels familiar but still
caught between plains of time….
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=NtBwVWWa3Ss&si=rBNYiRzV_VxLP5Xt
….how funny, it seems, despite being the author of my own story in blog— I am the last to know the hero of the story is a vampire
when it is clear that everybody else in my story has known all along
*3 Doors Down, “Kryptonite”
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