March 27 2026-10:55pm My body is slumped at my desk. I stare at the ceiling. Dissociated from the world. But my soul—sits cross-legged, peering down from a peak, nearly the range of Niagara Falls, Distant. And transfixed on elegance, how the sky dissolves—horizon, then mist and blue. With landslide, careening into cityscape. How blue covers…