Oh me, oh my. A state of constantly forgetting and learning anew, or coming to.
"The End" by Samuel Beckett - stories and texts for nothing.
It's eleven, I'm out of time. I am porous and easily influenced. I, too, am a leaky vessel. (search "vessel")
I wrote a story last night, and here is one of my favorite lines from it:
"The birds were somewhere in the house making irrelevant noise."
Obviously, the story still needs some work. Excerpt tomorrow?