reality is not a thing. Its aplace that you create from mud or from powers. or from other humanity clay. You know something you can place up and touch. reality is built with hammners and nails and colors and woods and whatever else you want to use to create reality. otherwise being stung with stinking planks. Nothing I dont want to make light of.
Sitting with reality. I can feel that hurting.

Im so in love i dont care who knows it.