I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
gorgeous... I look forward to seeing what you do with this... where it takes you
inertia here seems to be a force pushing out, holding on to other things, though I always feel it is something pulling me in...
Jon, when inertia becomes an old acquaintance, I think the pulling in or holding back is an always/already state. Harlequin, you present a curious irony -- or is it an intervention -- looking to see where the gorgeous portrayal of inertia leads. Thanks to both of you for the comments on a place that would be "easy to make a killing".