some experiences never made it to paper. chronologically some things happened in sequences antithetical to the paradigm of time. this feels like that. moments laminated in an acid free section of mind that words might only dare attempt to honor. filled with many emotions in this moment but with no outlet, no immediate way to conduct energy spent against energy saved, no quick fix to switch from past electricity to present surges in heat and consistency. freedom was a correct foreshadowing, but patience would have worked just as well.