the idea of every day, first thing, just setting things, just getting it out, of the fingers, unspooling or venting like a steam-powered loom, sipping off the foam, stretching or sprinting, words wicking through pigment (though this link is nonphysical, chemical thoughts to fingertaps to metal switches to circuit closings, wireless transmissions to active memory to this selective offing of a vast array of lights to indicate the type) what do, what want, I want. to write freely and regularly, in contact with a shaping, an impossible unburdening. to write to about for into, to read, to ink into something take it for granted and oppose it trivially. I want to rely on direct experience rather than representation, although lol so much for words? so much for words! on with the day.