Time…

An illusory concept, one that holds no meaning for me anymore.

Furure, past, present - they're all the same now, and the chorus in my head sings on and on. I've learned how to sort them, and it's a lot more clear since ge-ge found the medicine on Ariel.

Can't talk too much, it's so noisy on this ship. Who knew space could be so loud? They are all clashing rhythms, different dances, and I can't find a way for my feet to trace the steps and follow the beat.

Ge-Ge is like he always is - guitars and the electronic beep of hospital machines. Very slow and sad when he looks at me, like something dying in him or in me - there is just too much other noise to understand totally. Sorry, Simon. I wish you could hear what I hear, but then you'd be like me, and I know that makes you scared- your inner noise sounds like someone going into shock or falling to death when you try to think about what the Hands did when they pulled me under.

The big one with the girls' name - kettledrums and horns. Loud and rude and blasting. Can't keep his dirty thoughts to himself. And he likes that shirt - the one with the faded logo when I see when close my eyes and I start to drown because ge-ge's drugs are wearing off and I can feel that which can understand slip beneath the waves. See in him the love of pain and death. He's like a little boy pulling wings from flies. Simon did that once until I cried…

Kaylee's fingers dance a ballet when she works. She is flight of the bumblebee played on engines. It all buzzes and crackles. She is a joyful tune, and it is easy to understand and dance to, and the music from her player…Bach on the tinny little system, sounding so bad, but so much like her that I do not notice and want to dance with her.

Wash is a strange noise - more guitars, but not the classical type - more modern and experimental, never the same song with him. Loud, soft, but not medium jazz or rock beat, or something that is like steel drums and silver bells. Steel drums trying to play jazz with a saxophone and