Life is

so long.
Yet so short.

When I look back at all I have created.

And how little space it requires once properly organised.
Thirty-two years of memories arranged into efficient organisation in my bookshelf.
It feels easier to think somehow.

When the superficial has been organised and arranged, I will take to the digital.
I have like eighty percent of all I have ever written or created backed up.

Shapeshifting, consciously, in all spectra of energy.
Life is curious. Too curious to bother with comparison.

Remember, child.
Remember your child – it means. To me.
A symbolic extension of chi.
Your innocence.
Inner essence.