This is how it went: first I was locked out. I had to shimmy in an upper window on a rickety ladder and swing from beam to beam to get to safety in the upper region. Then I was in, from the outside in. While in, I scratched on papers, as intended. I harvested marks and dribbles and pocks into tumultuous inner terrain - the inner was a way to the outer, which was all around me. Ham Paw will visualize in communion at a later session, he knows what I am referring to. The brightness was conjured in 2 dimensions, attempting to coalesce and harmonize into the alien place of what came before - the relational footstep of the hunter-gatherer. Very primal, very druid. Absorbed forthwith was an over-saturated artificiality of candy, a layering of one horizon-world above another, adding renewed possibility like sandwich levels to bite into.
It rained a silvery searing damp rain and the time away came to an end so the time back recommences tonight and tomorrow. A hopeful feeling permeates the dampness. I am unshy of residue, wishing to remain in the trance state. The kitty rules me from above my head. The defensive swatting never ceases. Thanks be, glory be.