Dave woke up in another galaxy, another realm. It's only the drama queen part of his personality but Dave rebuts any distinction that includes him and the word "queen". He really is just a modern guy with tolerance limits he himself set when he went after any target that he picked regardless of the impact. So he defines external forces as alternate realms because it's unrealized to admit ripples make his prostheses hurt. He likes his first cup looking outward but only as a backdrop to his fractal-heavy scope screen where mischief went the way of Jack and Jill ice cream. The escapist option scares Dave that he still allows that to be included partially in his imaginary plot lines. Archane references abound when Dave feels funk in the room. It's not something he's proud of but ensures it's in the mix anyway. Too much time repairing software that takes up too much time when the better endeavor would be the pie with the heart in the middle. Discovering the hollow where there's supposed to be substance is numbing but positively shameful when in the midst of heartbreak by the numbers. Dave knows he paternizes his contributions or lack of same but set a man on fire and he's warm forever. Those rivers that flowed from tears eventually got forged and the last time Dave was full-out stupid, he was still wearing wingtips. Insert saying about ill wind blows no evil, so who's the loser - the wind or no evil?