In the night, it can be anything. Utter nonsense but it gets somewhere. I haven’t been anywhere but in my mindn where it goes. One obsession after another. Everthing fleeting but profound. At some point I will forgive him because he is human and flawed. In the pulpest of fictions: sometimes we are more in love with the flaws than the strengths, the marrow of character. Anyone can be strong, anyone can be weak. But to be both, to find strength in weakness and to admit your weaknesses when you are strong. There the fine edge.