One thing (is there such a thing?) is always becoming another. I can't talk about what is happening here yet. It's a C2P thing. And I am so in between. The one thing I can say is that I feel, deeply feel, both the joy and sadness in becoming. Just like that. Nameless reasons. Perhaps life's patchwork, in perspective.
Skeave is next. Looming, skeave is looming. What a fun play on words I just said to myself. Words are so often played with I said right after that. And we forget how good some folks are at such play. I am thinking about play, there are different kinds.
I am loopy and moonfaced after a sleepless night.
PS. added after publishing...
Just one of the videos that was not going well, but here, because I promised to be real.