The reader, like the narrator, is involved in a continual struggle between the real and the virtual -- between stark black-backgrounded paths that lead to despair and depression and bluegreen-backgrounded paths that follow beside clear mountain streams.

it is a hot day ..... into uncharted electronic waters........................... when all the elegant code the sound of water .................. not always obvious to the emperor...................... it doesn't seem so long ago........ It was September........ in the gully below my path...... under the bourgainvilla................. brown grass on the hills..... while Mom and Dad lie sleeping........ a few feet behind him........ The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes...... the smell of green grass...... warm stones by the river................. a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ inside, the text was black..................... and then I'd wish for.................... making love...................... a black and white document.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... we call our own...................... mustard colored tiles............... a glass of champagne.............................. "What is the use then of all your traveling?"

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