A weird palpable memory. I feel like I’m remembering the inside of my mom’s womb for some reason, just because you are shaking loose an ancient memory.

I was somehow sad at the end that the word dangerous popped up. I was more upbeat til then. Upbeat and sort of dozing as the adze reduced the plank : )
I love the mundane happy workmanlike feeling.

Something very sensual to the entire thing, in spite of almost no direct mention of any sense.