I've missed you. I've longed to feel the click of the keyboard under my fingers, to watch as language, realities are created in immaterial form. I've been disconnected. Unplugged. In a wholly physical reality that does not make room for virtual existence. But I've missed you. I've surprised myself with the longing arising from your absence. Find myself jumping into you as early in the night as is feasibly possible for me. Twilight brought me dragonflies and butterflies. Roses and apparitions. Alas, I feel content to be here. Right here. Right now. In this amorphous, tenuous space.