1548 28.11.2020.

Started with one step. Onto the stairway, through the passages, alleys, muds, tunnels, streams, waves, debris, and rain. Developed fondness of the narrowness, wideness, darkness, moisture, impact, pain, solitary, and oneness. Yet still moving with no stagnation in the horizon. That eye piercing light merged with the line dividing up the gas and liquid. It’s always been the sanctuary. The birthplace of all the living things, which according to my dear F, are all communicating.