Day 17.
Midnight Olympics of a restless body: the child is running across the woods in search of adventures, and the whole universe is nothing but a big juicy promise of an adventure, this one, and a hundred more, day after day, sunrise till dawn, from one worn sole to another, from one shed elbow scab to the next one, from one pink scar to a scar that will be a bit darker…
Beware of the dream spider when you’re playing on the other side. Her bite will freeze you in time, and keep you in a state of childhood that lasts a lifetime, despite your maturing body.
You will never know peace within yourself. You will never be satisfied.
A twisted child, floating in brine in a grown-up body.
The Lent Project 
Too late for me then. Au de brine is my perfume … Damn