I sat and watched the kitchen sink

domestic triassic jurassic laconic stoic. I see. You see.

I lost a whole year in a day, exploring the world from one single spot. I saw everything and went nowhere, moved continents and only my hands. I reached across the sahara, the atlantic, and touched my ankle, my shoulder blade. Bugs crawled across the ceiling, across the floor, on the face of the himalayan mountain. Breath came in gasps, heaving, running a marathon to the window.