I got full, and emptied myself into my first book. And yet I still have more in me, I think that's how we work as humans, we get full over a decade or so and then we have to pour some out, and sometimes if we are lucky what we pour out is beautiful and other people want it. Sometimes other people want to fill themselves with the us we needed to empty out. And not in a bad way. Not in a 'this is my junk' way but in a 'these are my gifts' way. You can all have these gifts of mine because I am full of them now, I am so full with words that I can finally give them away.
​​​​​​​This is the follow up to my first book Autonomous Sun On The Platypus River: Thoughts For Walks.