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i just half-assédly looked to see whether i'd written here about the dead on the elevator at work, so i could just link to that. but no such mention leaps out from subject lines for the months i clicked on. basically i have postulated that this weird thing that happens with the elevator here sometimes---not very often at all---is an indication that i'm being joined for the ride by the spirit of the MR dead. ("MR" is where i work.) which MR dead it is, i decide/feel in the moment. since we got another MR dead after i first postulated thus.

this is my spiritual game, so when it happens when i'm not expecting it, or even when i don't particularly want to be joined by some spirit (alive or dead), i feel a certain obligation by virtue of my very construction of the game/notion (or my very experience of this positing and its attendant bizness, to play along with its reality, as i like to do) to ask myself---if wearily---something like "alright, which one(s) of you... okay. what you got. what might you have for me on this day. yeah, yeah. okay."

(no question marks cuz i can't be bothered with that vaguely perky inflection, reflected in punctuation. cuzza the jar thing, see.)