After starting with trinary numbers, I move on to Flatland and souls. Need to return later when my ideas can be better explained. Recorder missed a word or two--reminds me of blanks in Old English poetry or a Nag Hammadi codex. A little mystery [ ] us. Between the doors: another idea to return to later.

Walking this hill stirs memories of the Appalachian Trail.

Brief thoughts on economic and social justice halfway between a rant and a diatribe. Plus the satisfying crunching sound of my shoes on the dirt.

Birdsong -- cold, gray sky/ A line of eucalyptus/ Still mind -- then footsteps

Slight improvement over the previous episode; Introduction Part 2.

I say the wind wins the battle this time. As well as the bar. Honestly I normally don't sound this bad.