Sleepless.

…there were people I wanted to be tall around and I mostly accomplish that with boots but you know boots aren’t really for walking they’re for promenading so you’re going around in stilts in a way. You won’t fall but when you think about them, and for all the pleasure of being a little higher the tradeoff is your own absence from presence. You’re losing your own fealty to the ground. Which can’t be ignored. You lose your earth for your sky.

Come on, Eileen. Protect me you.

Feeling overly awake but not conscious enough, I asked myself today whether you are my earth or whether you are my sky.