Dear Dreamworld,

Alas, I am using the word 'alas.'

No, I will not launch into a kaleidoscopic scrutiny of words I am using or about to use. But yes, words are falling off what remains of my waking life like years-old refrigerator magnets losing their, er, magnetism.

Where have I been in cyberspace? A professor at the English Dept denied entry at a perceived-to-be-sosy restaurant. A professor denied tenure despite petitions and calls for support. Response to first item: the food is ghastly expensive and the ox-tail stew ain't that great. Response to the second: there is more to life than the academe.

And here I am fully committing myself to it like nuns committing themselves to Jesus. Then they wither one by one in monasteries in Italy and all going crazy due to the cultural isolation and weather.

Another place I've been in cyberspace: a former classmate who's clearly depressive, so depressive I saw her orange bottle of I-do-not-want-to-know-what-drugs-she's-in on top of her armchair during one session. She's so depressive that she makes me look like Rainbow Brite and Strawberry Shortcake ten times over. She's so freakish that she clogged up the Inbox of a friend of mine with god knows what. We both don't want to know.

(Jesus H, what am I writing?)

Dreamworld, I am so far away from you. I should have been, hours ago because I have to be in a bus a few hours from now. But no, I am still here, typing away nonsense and whatever remnants of whatever's left in my repository of thoughts.

So far away.

xoxo,
bananaducky