Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

Admit it, we're just inextricably linked in everyone's brains.

My hand feels strange, like it has pieces of barely noticeable tape stuck to it. I can't see them, and I can't feel them, but I notice them in their absence. Feeling having not entirely returned, nor all my movement. I try and do dishes, and feel spots of numbness and the illusionary sensation of a painless open wound. An animal instinct causes me to pull back, one that I have to overcome. My hand is fine, and not doing dishes is gross.

The feeling of touch, contact with others, is good again. The horrible spiny feeling that rose up that made me want to strike when people touch me is gone. I spent a while holding a polyamourous gardener, she broke down that boundary with a phrase that everyone I love seems to use...

Come here, you.

I seem to have constructed a new life, without even noticing. My time, for the forseeable future, is so very full. Performance "Art" pieces, school, concerts, LARP, friends, etc. Lots going on, and a very different pace than I'm used to. But the interval of knowledge is short, I've got to start figuring out what I'm doing in the more medium term. What I've figured out so far isn't far enough for Old Man Time.

Maybe you should go away, leave for South America for a while.

I might just do that, but that would only solve August. I'm only one additional course away from getting my degree, with an Intro to Econometrics and a Thesis thrown in for good measure. That's hardly a year, need to find more projects, possibly even gainful employment, for the longer term.

Currently Listening: DJs Soo, Ill-Esha, & Jim Ungle - Marcus Intalex Tribute Mix