Everybody wrote today but me. I didn't because I can't. Erica's in pain. Her back hurts, but pain goes deeper. I'm in pain. Communication takes place on digital airwaves and buried internet cables. Eye to eye...what? I want...I need...I had...I am...what?...Memories are sweeter than honey, but where does the honey go when you swallow. What's left. The only eternal is why.