i think of little bear when i see the red skull. i saw heidi when i got there, just passing by. she didn't notice me, if it was in fact her, she looked different, maybe just older. it's mysterious how people and dogs come and go. sometimes in the same place but unseen or rarely seen. almost in a way in a blink of an eye heidi aged years. words come out awkwardly. the situations produced by words are awkward. you let it go if you don't know what to do. let sleeping dogs sleep, and don't wake sleepwalkers, they might wake up and die of fright or fall down a flight. and what  of paradoxical sleep, when you dream so hard it's like you're awake, and your brain is tired and your eyes are dry from blinking. i sat on a rock by the red skull and read clairvoyant of the small. sometimes i think if i follow the line of words it will lead me someplace i couldn't otherwise get to.