I am thinking about building things, and I am unmoving.

Unmoving in any direction. Neither forward nor back. The quiet is stultification. I want to turn things into other things, which I think is the urge that drives people to spend a bunch of money on nothing in particular.

It is warmer than it could be today, and there are things I could do with that. Breaking out of the brain place that is downward and spiralling would be good. Out could make it happen, like a rocket. Music is not un-helping.

Fly away little starling. And let the monsters come out to play. Red and Good and screaming. That's the way it ought to be.

<<agé chose>>

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