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B"H The Show Must Go On Princely dukes and duchesses : Disgust prevailed! It was during my second week after my arriva l that I went to Seattle to visit with my mother and sister. It was to this end I had encumbered myself with the strenuous sufferance, and wouldn't you know it, my having been there is but a vapor that caused its fiery disappearance. I sped through the wee k in Seattle as if events had been not happening as typically me. That's like traveling to the end of the world to stake a claim of having been there, return to point of origin and realize you are neither here nor then. To achieve clarity of my days of loneliness, so I'll tell the reader what it is like to have left the comforts of my home without sufficient funding to make an international pilgrimage; compelled by the good signs that were fading quickly into the surreal and the vanishing point nowhere in the future. This literary articulation is routed in a freedom of not having the party to who m I'm speaking think himself a participant in the discussion. American civilization has created in people's minds the thought that they should blend into the total magnanimity o f social cyber culture, uploading electronic bytes as souvenirs fro m everywhere they've been - the existential implicit of modernity. One no longer needs human contact in a world perceived as digital. Even more re markable, time is depicted in decibels that are not a measurable physicality. Only now exists. His distraction with me would ultimately lead to frustration and the psychological need to energize pain inflictors . We tuned our personality like gladiators smacking one another just to get a sense of their opponents before the inception of the great battle. I had brought bottles of sha mpoo from Israel to give as gifts to family in Seattle, but since had only carry-on luggage, they were expropriated by the airlines security guards. This intr insically corrupt manner of airway robbery allows airport security to get pleasure from my acquisitions without having paid for them. An option would be to charge delivery service to have the objects returned to his address of choice. To offer a short vers ion of my visit in Seattle, though my mo m knew who I was the Alzheimer's had wiped her ability to affect sociability, I couldn't even spend the night on the couch in her front room at the assisted living facility. Nor could I go anywhere with her to social ize, so I sat there and listened to her denigrate me. I bounced around "betwee n 46