Currently I’m on a plane now headed west from out of India while hints of many yumyums flicker in my mouth and exude thru my pores which I think smell of cardamom and cumin both well I hope so anyway because they are delicious smells that I take with me in my hair and under my fingernails is also dust from the droughtyness of the countryside which left me parched and simultaneously overflowing with emotion of a sort not felt for i cant recall of wonder delight fascination love and hope to be reminded anew of the ultra importance for lovingly living of which although sits forever in the seat of my soul but is sat upon by my mind and shackled to my forgetful nature so upon returning home I also return to unreality and a fog of myself’s prison from which I need to become like a mercurial mist and reshape my form into more of a key and less of a lock
