how does it work? how does it work on you? the weather itself can get to me. it gets in me and the sun won't come and burn it off. we are banned from the park. i'm not feeling spring. this morning i was, rising sensual, with thunder and lightning. then the day. and you know how people feel, survival is endless, hour by hour, day by day. we still have the morning, it's night anyway. we have the morning tomorrow. the virus permeates from a near distance like fog. permeates like distance plus fear in a fog, here. fog night. compression i can't understand, distance i can't see.