A sleep vacuum. A sleep black hole. A sleep haze.

I walk in a valley with mountains on either side. And when I pause and look up, life gets brighter. The streams quiet their roaring.

I knew what I liked so, I did that. A kouign amman tour. Using my ClassPass credits and talking with people about interesting snacks. LOVELY NEW FRIENDS!! Playing card games. Going to a park and seeing the sunset. Again, trying new food and making new friends. Riding the bus. Getting snacks for my friends. A…

The Seine, a dazzling land. Pont Neuf, the oldest walking bridge, as a garland over the sea. The Celtic tribe, the Parisii, made home on the Île de la Cité island in the Seine. Somewhere in the watery depths below, Joan of Arc whispers.

What if you were on the receiving end of your actions? How would that feel? When you see yourself bristle at what you perceive as a slight, upon reflection do you see similar shadows cast from your shape?