It all started when…

‘I can tell you exactly when. Failing memory doesn’t necessarily make a reliable narrator, I will grant you that. Our perceptions are a little colored by inherent bias (as well) … very difficult of a thing to separate feeling from a fact, but like all relationships, we keep together more on the nuance rather the things that are made plain.  

Nuance itself is a curiosity, considering the position I am presently occupying – we are deprived of many of a sense. 

(pause) 

Close your eyes. 

I measure in steps (one. two) More intuitive than keeping an actual count in my head, I can tell you what it takes for me to get from here, to there (from where I am, to where you are) but that is not the journey for us tonight – for this, we must walk backwards now. 

The starting point has to remain a little bit of the unknown. I suppose there is a little bit of illegality in the hijacking of an airwave but it’s not like it was being used for anything productive. And we’ve evolved beyond the point where anyone can simply flip a switch and suddenly there’s dead air You can’t turn me off. I could say that I’m powered by love and it would be true but tonight I would prefer a different avenue to explore, I am, considering you.