
Put your hands where I can see them. Yes, YOU, the one illuminated by the computer screen. Take that one hand resting mindless on a mouse, the other complacently scratching your head, petting the dog, clutching a beer. Put 'em both up, yo. This here is a stick-up. There exists this metaphorical edge, see, and I've gone and jumped right over. I'm going to steal something back from the world, something I lost. Completely impossible to form words around the absence, and its done nothing but burn since it's been gone. No more. From now on [...]