If I could make myself into something that could easily fly/navigate to New York/General East Coast area, I would. I wish I could catch myself in a scene and the scene would exert its power over my fear of death. Thesepeoplewouldprobably help, but who knows, maybe they are too frivolous to help me with finiteness. Maybe if I helped them, they would help me? I can bring them locally grown organic fruit from Oregon. My headphones are on but I just had a moment where I felt like there was nothing on my head.