I’m in the control center of the fort now. Tis a good place to be. Not really intended for more than one in this space to see. I resort to how some can go with the flow and get by, and others need to plan out in advance from big details to nigh. Triple layered comfort outermost favorite sweats. Typing on a separate keyboard connected in space. Living to get to no regrets. With mortality always staring me square in an unscared face. How many innocent folk take a plea, get victimized and repeat the tree somehow with grit and grace. Watch the hourglass sift or extend the moment in a collective series of presence. Always.