5-6-93 On to the Show.

Being from a background, composed as it was, of hyper-mobility and an appropriate mix of the absurd and irreal, he found himself on a road to nowhere; a void where everything that had been was now peeled back until its myriad faces receded so far into the gloom that their familiar features had also gone the way of bleak extinction.  It was new, it was something like nothing before.  However, everything before had also been very much like nothing before.  Only this present thing was like nothing before in the shape it took.  It was far too often unkind or uncomfortable, anything might turn to muddy-colored zero and just melt away, or possibly an aggregation of nothingness would just hang about, until it too crumbled and fled the scene.

Once he thought of it, once he had defined the beast, he understood that he disliked it a great deal, and the he much preferred those motional days of old. That's when he left for Belize.

But the trap was awaiting his return.

And he did come back.

What's he to do now?

Get up on the mountain and I call down My BearCat.