Foggy, how the sky mixes with the trees this morning. We’re underwater. I’m thinking about eels for some reason, electric eels. Because it’s the first day of winter? When I was a kid and learned that there is a material called “flashing,” I felt great confidence in adults. Finally they were clear about one thing.
Somehow, extremely huge bodies of matter are exploding in space, warping and making holes in–what? Confidence lost.