Russian girl dropped off by mother to Couchsurf. She needed something to write a letter, but didn’t know the word, whether it was a laptop or paper. I gave them paper and saw that I’d written a lot about Game of Thrones, in which Tyrion was stuck doubting on an icy mountain.
A boy of five was travelling the world, came to Couchsurf. I thought he was a 15 year old dwarf. He was very intelligent for his age. Jealousy, admiration, sense of inferiority, lost chances.
Middle ages. Bladder removed. According to priestess, it must be burned in fire on top of moving water while I am holding it to be purified before it can be placed back in. Other organs of mine were in a barrel. Chinese lanterns on a wire on a tree had some sort of significance to me. A parade enacted a religious show before my cleansing interrupted it, but then it became part of it. Linda had gone through such cleansing as well, on a pyre in a pond. I took my bladder to try and get ready for the cleansing, but didn’t see how I could place it back into my body since there is no cut in my torso. I try to press through my belly, seeing if I can quantum phase through it somehow. I wonder how it came out and ended up in the barrel in the first place.
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