apologies lulu for the shortness. and mister and hilde and comet too. my breath is short and my back is precarious and everything happens at once. it's a precarious world, and i'm a precarious boy. wherever the distress lies is the center of attention. it's a network of distress. every stressed point is a center. 
it's just a minor thing, but it's existential, in body and theme.
i'll rest now before the next walk.