The oral surgeon told me that I have a low sinus cavity and that the tooth's root is very close to the sinus cavity. He told me that the sinus wall is as thin as an eggshell. He said that there is a fifty-fifty chance that the extraction will puncture it. When he told me this, I almost jumped out of the chair and fled the office. Right now I'm sitting on the upper deck of the Caltrain as it slices through Silicon Valley up to my home in San Francisco.
Silicon Valley is pure science fiction.
I swear there is some kind of Death Star that is nearing completion out on the horizon visible from the bike path near the Microsoft campus. I feel like I will be arriving in San Francisco just as the party is ending. You know, when the dim lights are turned up and the ambient music is turned off and everyone realizes that the night of drunken magic is drawing to a close and they have to go home to their cold, lonely beds. Everything has shifted into high gear. I went to Burning Man.