So, how it just is sometimes, when you wake up and you can't seem to breath because you are allergic to something and nobody seems to know what, and it's raining and you forgot to take the quilt off the clothesline and it's still dark so you just leave it. And you think who am I?
That big question in such a small moment.
And you think, well, I am small.
And you make a small stray self, not in cloth but on paper. because it is faster and you you just want to hold yourself.
As small. As useful.
Scale can be a useful change of perspective. Shrink yourself down.