in a moment fleeting between the scenes and the walls, notes to Celf

.....these most recent years —I suppose since 2014 and all that happened.... I have developed an irrational fear of Trojan horses; something resembling an extreme phobia. the portcullis slams and the drawbridge withdraws as some kind of wild panic descends

without any conscious choice to do so

I feel I am running wildly in a madness while simultaneously hiding under the covers