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Other realities
Yesterday night, I felt rather odd. It was like I was a bridge to somewhere, and on the other end, someone was hollering to me to keep writing, to show their universe, but I didn't have the capacity or skill to do so that fast!
It's strange (perhaps creative shades of this), yet in a sense, good. I feel like I'm doing something good, writing down that world of others, actually sensing how it works, what the people is like, and not just as abstract descriptions in a species document...
I do need to get better, though! So many things at which to get better, and far too little time.
(And today, I'm not going to do much at all but enjoy the Constitution Day!)
It's strange (perhaps creative shades of this), yet in a sense, good. I feel like I'm doing something good, writing down that world of others, actually sensing how it works, what the people is like, and not just as abstract descriptions in a species document...
I do need to get better, though! So many things at which to get better, and far too little time.
(And today, I'm not going to do much at all but enjoy the Constitution Day!)