A few months ago, we noticed something strange going on. Our spinning neighbor seemed to be confused and perhaps had lost his vortex.

During previous performances, what we will refer to as 'meditations', he never spoke. Never said hello to us nor acknowledged any passersby. However, on a beautiful still day in January, rather than the early morning routine of spinning in his driveway, and then scanning the roadway from the curb, he walked in a straight line eastwardly in the street, all the while mumbling to himself. There wasn't a bluetooth device in his ear. At the end of the street, he pivoted 180 degrees and proceeded westward, past our home and headed towards the desert, still talking.

Perhaps a brain-computer interface was embedded in his head? We may never know, as we haven't seen him since. Conceivably, he has found his vortex.