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    You’re able to collect yourself a little better on the walk from Montgomery Street across the highway to the Greyhound Bus station on Packard – a little better as in you have better chances swimming toward the uncertainties of a black hole than free-floating in outer space.

    “What is going on?” is the most popular phrase chosen by your brain in its time of great discomfiture.

    Before you know it you’ve stepped onto a bus, paid the fare, scooted into row D seat 1 against the window and you’re off to the potentially emerald and jasper land of who-knows-where. In an attempt to relocate your sanity, you create your own personal isolation & sensory deprivation tank by curling up your legs and letting your knees press against your eyeballs. All of the kaleidoscope neon phosphenes and patterns eventually give way to a gaggle of tiny green macaroni noodles that slowly take over and make you open your eyes again.

    “Boulder Exit 74 1 Mile” the next sign you can see informs you before your bus takes that very exit…

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    If you get off here at Boulder, go to page 104.

    If you think you need more reflective downtime on the bus, go to page 205.

     

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