take_wing raze we didn't start with wings, she said. and i thought about how it might have been if we did. if our wings would have withered and left us once we learned to walk on land, or if they would have evolved into something smooth with a name like a knife. like what we have now. she asked if i ever have dreams i can fly. i said i still do sometimes. just not as often as i used to. she said she never has wings in any of her dreams. flying is more like_swimming. i'd never thought of it that way before. but she was right. when i find myself flying in the films authored by my sleeping mind, i slice through the air with my arms like it's water, and i feel weightless. i feel free. 220823 what's it to you? who go blather from