I think he feels like his life is over because he's so locked into that. It is frightening, the finality and severity of such a quick decision. I want to help him see that this is not the end.

Last night the car was a roller coaster that tumbled and jumbled between the stars, speeding along the edge of consciousness, the clicking mechanisms of a clock, the stalks of grass stronger than expected as we stomped and swished a crop circle, then another. The perfection of cloud shapes more defined than another night, a blimp and then who knows. True meditation arose, from blinking slowly stretching mi cuello and a unknown unbelievable rap upon which we embarked like a ship from any other second than right now.