Things are Happening; swallowed apprehension. And the seasons change, so - also - motivation. The cold, sweeping motions of calloused hands, (all too often) marking the solidity of mental state. Calm. And Often, when feeling scattered, without ability to produce. Or feel. Written word - bursting inside, emptied out. An emotional hangnail. I will not shake. I cannot shake. For, when Everything in life - transformed digital. In craft, may analog prevail. My person, thoughts - anachronistic, but I stand firmly for handmade. To push forward, that my cold-pressed paper heart might follow suit.