widdershins

a hardened biscuit might soften in tea.  it might crumble.  it is some only whose insides crumble, the outside evercrisp. 

sometimes you wake up only to alter your position, and then you're asleep again.  what if someone was waiting for you to wake up, so as to be able to ask you a favor, or so that you would unlock the backdoor.  imagine their disappointment!  

if you read a whole paragraph and notice that you've only been listening to the sound of the words, not thinking what it could signify, then trying again might end the same way.  imagine if you are illiterate and you do the same thing.  someone speaks and you only admire the sound of her voice, and you nod pleasantly.  it's gone in the air, you can never capture it again.

learning to sit still.

there are protests in the city.  they are jesus-related.  ...dont vous vous êtes fait l'arbitre un peut trop exclusif.