As things turned red, as things are red, I forget why am I sloshing through these pools of blood?

I had imagined something close to telepathy. Not actually but a speaking to a person as if we were literally in each other's heads and had no secrets. True understanding, no need to hide things. An understanding that hiding was absurd. But then to convey what to each other?

Nothing so special I suppose. The commonplace of life and reflections upon it. Simple plain actually meaningful friendships basically.

So that was lost then.

Instead a world where such doesn't exist, where it's inappropriate for me to call up anyone other than my parents or wife "just to talk".

But as I get older I care less and less. I adapt. Slowly, finally. Today the sun shines in brilliantly. Yes, the norfolk pine will get plenty of sun sitting right there. Dropped my fast running day down to 6.1mph and my knees feel fine. Now shall have a bit of hot chocolate and read some Gormenhgast. Summarize hellblog a bit later. Almost finished with part 1 of the summary now. Feel very good. I barely remember the concept of loneliness.