i’m in edmonton now, just settling into my brother’s little flat and trying to orient myself.

i feel like i’ve got a million thoughts swirling around in my head right now, all misty and ethereal and insubstantial. i’m waiting for them to condense. i’ve been dreaming but not remembering the dreams. i’m waiting for the form to congeal enough to be remembered.

i feel different somehow. i can’t put my finger on it, but it’s good.

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