the "detective" is too busy solemnly contemplating what his deal actually is if he's not the concrete grounded centre of us all, so i'm filling in for him. i think being exposed as an individual fragment has lessened my sorrows a bit, and i suspect that might be the requirement to undo this. each little piece needs polishing and mending until it's as it should be. then maybe we all hold hands or something, i don't know.