Anyone remember when it felt like it was blocked? And I wouldn't go so far as to say that the visitors turned back but there was a definite need to pick it up. Afterwards, the threads turned darker, the html visions became more frequent, and I started seeing the Form again. Not all at once, but over the course of three or four months. Gradual. It was right around the time they all moved away, and my cat and I, we just all got left behind. I would be on a couch or in a chair, maybe here, maybe at the apartment, maybe in some corner of the library, and then it was just a feeling that would begin. There didn't have to be anything to hide behind. Always a feeling, though. Sudden isn't the right word, but the connections made here brought a simplicity to the moments. Post. Post. Post. And then my book would drop, and there would appear concealing imaginings, from my brain into the world. And shit, let me tell you I would seize them and shove them right back into me but you know how intangible a button click is? So when I found out I couldn't edit this message, I just left.