... iny my belly. I feel like techtonic plates are shifting in the subconscious realms. On the surface everything appears ot be normal, but something fundamental to my core and massive is moving around on the inside. I feel like Muramaki's protaganist in the Wind Up Bird Chronicle, where the boundaries between that which is and that which is unbecome have thinned. Something is going to happen, everything is going to happen, nothing is going to happen to me if I can't acknowledge the differences and find a way to ride them into a deeper sphere of healing.