remixed toward and away from its original meaning, like taffy, motion rather than destination, and psszzt someday, one of these days, sooner or later which is Now playing with godself, without rights or parameters, unchecked and tricking self for more and more, making time to keep self from self for the spectacle of it.  dreams also as layers of creation, everything subject to meaning, until nothing is recognizable except the reflection on the surface of the coffee.  who, me?