…and my computer feels like warm tea, on the back of a motorcycle in Spain. I just can’t seem to get away from it lately. It’s the only thing that seems to move fast enough. And I really want to start eating animals again. I’m in the mood to eat a burger, and sync, sink back in with that part of myself, that aggressive, selfish part. I’m tired of floating, being yin, being nice and easy. I want to scrape out a new path. I want to scrape my knees. I want to go to France. I’m bored being this, already, and I just got here. I want.