in this spacey mode, tired but a kind of peat bog fire under the frozen ground. tired but present. the feeling of the midway at night. some things can only be evoked not described. 
saw some boys adventure books in the free bin, but most of them were about hunting and war, could have collaged. went in blank, picked up a new bio of pythagoras and left with jane goodall. you think there's a connection between jane goodall and pythagoras? i sould have got pythagoras too. what an absurd thing to choose, surely i should have brought them both home and let them lie together and see what offspring may come. pythagoras knows it's never too late. even when the final trump blunders on the scene, pythagoras got a new biography.
good on ya if you have clarity. i wonder if i ever have. the bog's good though, the slow fire, the steam rising lie ancient breath, the warm fog.