Pushing the publish button on this one scares the shit out of me. I'm not really ready to recap this piece and try to explain it in a shortened form, which is a shame because this is the place where a short description of the article proper should appear. It's dark, it's scary and if upon reading it you find you relate to it (even though you would have written different sentences) remember that you are the one in charge, not the homunculus.

My 1978 Chevy power-to-the-max offroading adventurous little go-machine was a camperized wonder of the "how didn't it break down" kind. And with Betty as my trusty rusty sidekick did I engage in many many fine adventures. Including time travel.

A friend's response to one of the articles I posted

Depresion... Universal? Yes.