"it's always there, day437." that's what Ray said, and man, sometimes it feels like he's right down to the bone. even when i’m in a good place, feeling steady, there are still those ghosts. the old muscle memory trying to pull me in, and my calves tighten up just from the sheer WILL to keep walking. but then i press the chip in my pocket, and it’s just... a different kind of anchor.