While only my fingers are able to move the moment I’m writing this, the other parts of my body are drifting away. In a super soft, white substation. I guess they are clouds. Or maybe I’m confusing it with my bed. Anyway, it is what is it and I don’t feel like seeking what it is. Seeking might distract me from enjoying the moment.
Hope you feel my sarcasm and at the same time my serious philosophize.