An appendage at the end of my right root with 5 stems sprouting outward. Warmth underneath. Over it. In front of me, 1 screen, the link to love. I cannot see anything yet. I scratch and fiddle with my nail and I feel the roof of it's added polish on top, chipped. I am crossing the bridge between what is man-made and what is nature. There is a smooth attribute to the former. There is something about smooth things that attracts me.

I am feeling something connected to an animal detached from me. A horn. My stems are tipped with thin, thin horns. 9 of them in total. I am exploring flesh. Feeling the almost never explored sensation of touching and being touched at the same time. A sting on one end and at the end of that there is warmth. I am experiencing both stories. The one giving, the 1 loved. It is linked to love.

In everything there is chaos and lack thereof.

The fault in us is that when there is no black or white we call it grey.