That's the way we transform. Self. Sense of self.
I wanted to do a bit of video before I got this far. But it was a beast of a day. With things to do. The kind of doing that is mostly waiting. Waiting means stitching. I don't mind. Bag of scraps always with me.
It's late and I'm hungry.
I did jot a few things down while waiting stitching. In between stitches.
Not what we are perhaps, what we are becoming.