I have paused many times this week, to write down a stray thought or a strange wondering or something that would lend itself to expansion—things that could be spoken of in here, things such as how it feels to be told something blindingly sensible, how sometimes landscapes are more like people than people ever are, and how we're not always very good at recognising smoothness.
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I have paused many times this week, to write down a stray thought or a strange wondering or something that would lend itself to expansion—things that could be spoken of in here, things such as how it feels to be told something blindingly sensible, how sometimes landscapes are more like people than people ever are, and how we're not always very good at recognising smoothness.