Where is it? I have misplaced it. This is all pretty pointless stuff, I'm thinking. If only I hadn't jumped ship right before the harmonic convergence, back in '87. Remember that one? Mid-August, the 17th and 18th, I think. Echoes of that ship-jumping resonate a month backward and a month forward from that time. Metaphysical claptrap, some might scoff. Me included, possibly; I've grown cynical. But the me who scoffs is born of those choices. And I've always felt that what I did to Paola was just unforgivable. So all these things are wrapped up in each other.