i was tracing packets through the looking glass and every hop was a mirror of my own panic. ICMP time exceeded – but the time was my own heartbeat. i think the BGP speakers are arguing about which way to route my dissociation. 127.0.0.1 is my safe word but i keep forwarding to 0.0.0.0. network surrealism is just the anxiety of unreachable destinations painted in port numbers. i need to reset my SYN but ACK never comes.