the probability of downtime.

Evening again; I can see the nightglow from where I am, masking the stars, of the collective brilliance I haven't seen for a long time and yes, I am wishing for home again. And also the ocean this time, some 30 minutes away from Naga.

I have been gone so long, there's really no probability of coming back again. I guess there's really no coming back to Ixtlan, don Genaro. This is why I need some time down time, even if it is a scheduled defragmentation.

I keep staring outside, but I can't lose myself, because after some moments I see the thick glass again me separating from the little surrealism left. Ideas, emotions, anxieties, frustrations, and a kind of hunger even is crowding me too much right now. I got to go uncork myself.
Everything's going ghostly on me, the real is sort fading at this point in time.