In my earlier phase, while in transit, it was sufficient
to be billeted. Now even in ritzy surroundings, I am
not quite there.
Pain is the price tag for participation. Inwardness
has its edge. If you are your enemy, you will misread
all moves.
In setu, confabs can’t be choreographed like a film
or stage presentation, but when spoken earnestly,
they resonate. For an echo: yak with self.
