Not much to write. Hopefully this too will witness a turnabout. Think in image sometime, think in words sometime, that's how it all plays out. Differing attitudes to movement. Run till you drop through the ground. Run till your head bursts. Run until you're the blur. I don't think I've run since class eight so this is merely metaphor but run nevertheless, 'til the sunlight burns a happy hole in your heart. The world moves faster nowadays. Or is it merely aaai?