eggshells tender_square in the dream the kitchen sink was full of eggshells. they had the consistency of a hard-boiled egg; all gummy and gelatin-like. why would something that should be on the inside be outside, my analyst wanted to know. he described the texture as spongy and asked for an impression. permeability came to mind, though i couldn't articulate why until later. eggs are an indication of new birth but i am broken, it seems to me. my edges, inexplicably, are not as sharp as required. if i am drawing upon the inferior function at this crux in my story, i would gather that the interior is not developed enough yet to find an exterior counterpoint. 230912 what's it to you? who go blather from