If it don't turn you on Just say the word and I'm gone

Every half-week, I remember what beloved First Stage Theatre Academy Director Ron said to or in regard to a deflated theatre student who wouldn't be able to take classes that particular summer: "Sometimes doing Theatre Academy means not doing Theatre Academy." 

Sometimes, your absence is action. 

This one keeps making moves. It's all action, now, 37 years later, without the pleader and the leader of the song.

And, sometimes, writing here means not writing here, but going outside for a walk. I need that too. 

You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet

I never liked dystopian stuff. I always found it scary and, under the outright fear, too possible. 

What do you do when you suspect you have been living in it? Skim the surface of it all. Look at the bloody sky and trees even if they are barren. Find birdsong where ever you can. Roll back or ahead with something like this. The best song ever written?

I think I bought this full CD sometime around 99 so I could get hold of this song. It's deeply tied to being here, so that's probably why. Or I took it off of the hands my roommate or someone* who didn't want it. 

No, I acquired it likely all the walking around I did, especially on those three arteries, starting to understand the city through my feet.

Now, I'm stranded, limited to a tight grid of bungalows and brick flats and bland developer cash cows. But I can go back, if I can't walk forward right now.

*I remember who now