I am sorry,Hue. I may not interact much,but I've seen your strides/drive as an artist and I respect that

Equally unfortunately, I've also come to understand what it is to have haunting health issues. It changes perspective,it compresses both time and worry.It abrades the self.

You have my thoughts

My only reaction is to note myself as someone who continually asks myself "Why is the tea always gone??" while writing or working.

This is also where 7k steps a day come from, in waiting for the teakettle and requisite steeping time of said tea. A good wander also lets the mind and eyes rest.

Be safe... We will hope for stillness.

Mention of Ramb makes my day... If we shall not ever have materials of that unknown figure in shadow, then at least give us this.

Thank you! As a lay bookbinder, and just as someone who loves the depiction, use, and creative fictitious visuals, of various books... We need more good, beautiful volumes. Durable, ones, too. Truly we can do more.

(I hadn't met a notebook that I didn't wear with use, hence making my own.)

I don't think so at all. That is to say, greater complexity or nuance is what adds believable flavour to a story and does not detract from it - not in my preferences, at least.

Second, the circumstance or context force the forms of culture and society in the long term. Crimes become myth, stigma.

... the fridge. Both do indeed have a white swinging door with a handle, and both are also where you put food when you are done with it. (The subconscious seems not to register the size or temperature aspect.)

This is what I get for being distracted and letting the sub-circuits run autopilot.

The 'Mind Running on Automatic/Commonalities' is a fascinating space of rules abridged wrongly. From myself: wash teacup, head back upstairs because the self is so used to having teacup handle in one hand.

Or, partner and I joke about 'White, swingy door' because the garbage cupboard is beside...

"The Book of Fragmented Apocrypha" has a nice ring to it.

Then again, that sends my mind going along certain pieces or directions of writing - which, as we know here, is anathema to the pieces of lost chaos of said book.

Oh, difficulties of creativity. * *Gestures around at piles of notebooks*

My only response to anything of this form is that 1) situations happen, and 2) generally there is a much, much higher rate of sexuality-originating emergency room disasters than people ever want to admit. Thank the integrity of your local paramedic.

... Also, tag writing accordingly, just in case.

It makes for a conceptually discombobulated world... As certain other ideas go,"It's complicated."

Do ideas/inclinations figuratively rub off on food?Can a collective space suppress food production?Is *viciousness* harvested through lack,creating an edge that gives on one edge and takes with other?

There is also the line of 'If it talks, it isn't food.' Stated another way (and one I think that *really* unnerved humans) is that if Monsters spend enough devoted time around something, it becomes (either or both) sentient and transformed - snails, for example. Monsters akin to objects, also.