Things are very far between point A and point B and it is two (twenty-two) a.m. and I have yet to fall asleep.
I've been stuck in another world these past few days and have surfaced for air (once, twice) only briefly. Tomorrow I refuse to descend again. Tomorrow I'll write about tutors and teachers and students and make it a pretty triangle with something remarkable (?) at its core.
That is, if I can still think in the morning. Supposing I still have a mind for anything but small towns in Sicily and Biblical legends. I need some sleep.
Where are we? The dust has only just begun to fall.
Crop circles in the carpet.
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