Ran into old Entropy Eddy, where things end up leaning towards chaos with a threatening hint of decay on his breath.

So I'm out hopping from chunk to chunk as usual, reining things in, steering small herds when I can. The the reality flotsam starts to go all pear shaped, hunks bumpin into each other, escaping their reins and getting all out of hand. Then you look down and notice the couple of chunks you're standing on starting to lose their structural cohesion and fall apart, and you're like why did I even get up this morning? And how did I get here? And where am I, anyway? Necessitates a whole new outlook!

I met a Mesh Wizard the other night by the name of @Mason Jarr and I'm going to see what I might learn from him regarding some approaches to escaping this morass.

Oh I'm hoppin' like a billy goat over all these hunks of meaning, come floating our way like a cargo ship capsized upstream and we're bounding over the boxes trying to keep afloat and get to the source. Quite a wreck, when you consider the quality of the merchandise. It's easy to think it must have been the treasure ship of aliens or God, but really it's just some business guys trying to make a killing.