With, y'know, things, days, nights, bein', y'know, on my own, y'know, like, y'know, I am. Just now, tho, y'know, suddenly there it was again, that thing Mr. Spock channels through his mind meld with the rock being, in all its moaning almost-wordlessness.
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Date: May. 6th, 2017 09:43 pm (UTC)I think the rock being was called a "horta."
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Date: May. 7th, 2017 01:54 pm (UTC)I ended up sitting with the pain. Mostly. Vs., like, y'know, avoiding it or minimizing it or overinterpreting it (well, not much at least). I suppose it's reasonable to fear pain and want to stay away from it. Better to be able to take it, however.