I must wander away from here for a space. I foresee that what is to come in my life will leave little room for musings such as these that I write here. Perhaps I am wrong, and there will be time for asides, but I see not such skies ahead. I imagine will return, perhaps in a month’s time, or so, but at this moment, I must seize the opportunity of other endeavors, with full force press on into other areas. These dreams I dream I feel as if they are touching down to earth and reality, that I am a conduit of electric imaginations. And I do not know when exactly I shall return to these electronic halls, but I feel that there will be a time when it may be necessary for me to do so — a writer writes, after all. Even if it is not his primary mode. Therefore, not adieu, but au revoir. Till we meet again.