i blink a few times and adjust to my surroundings. i am back in my cyber-study. through the wall to my left i hear my partner in our bedroom watching the news on the little old CloudStream Visual Feed Monitor at the foot of our bed. i run my fingers through my short, grey-speckled hair just to make sure. i return to the blog post i am composing on my Augmented Consciousness Visual Overlay, and finish dictating to the Cloud the recollection of that one time i liveblogged smoking a solid-state cigarette when i was 19. it's the strangest thing - i could've sworn i was right back there for a moment.