What?
How do you describe this?
Sitting at the bottom of a freshly lifted mental mountain of shit that did not really exist but that buried me for over 2 hours.
It’s nice to be free but what do you call that? Anxiety directed at nothing that you think is something for why else would you have directed said anxieties thusly?
Poe knows. I imagine Poe and I could sit and yab on this for weeks, years, centuries.
It feels like a mountain of shit has gone missing.



