Welcome

The good night comes to send you humming those melodies once more to that frosted glass, a little darkening of an old familiar door and then you hear: "Well, you son of a it's about time! Look at you!" The rest is pure and simple - music to the ears until you haven't a trifle of reason to carry on like this, your guilt and all that, bargained for before the flood. You're facing reassurance coming from somebody who doesn't have the slightest clue who you were up to a moment ago, and you feel that it is remarkable how nothing in you speaks of purpose, when you are obviously the guest of honor and there isn't a single thing in the world to cast doubt on that. You have learned about the problem of not staying long enough, you have studied disappearance, you desire to remain and this is what you are going to get.