“Oh god…” What a terrible new habit. That’s right, now I mutter “oh god” in the oddest places instead of clubbing the invisible wolf. (It’s just as well, someone might see me.) So yes, another kitchen window photo. Grit and cracks and cobwebs, boyos. Transmute, baby! Hup! Hup! Is it working yet? Oh god. She asked me why, I just went on and told her.
“Metaphysical distress,” I said.
That covers everything except the fear.