And then i realised where i was going and that no itching could stop me and then a sweet breeze subtle and kinder than any i had felt before kissed my cheek. And i remembered a wise friend saying when you figure it out the weather will meet you. And i knew it came in waves. That i had to wait and bide my time. Work with the paths and grooves and surges of the layers of energy of being. Hormonal energy, weather energy, sociopolitical energy. The energy of my meal. Of my madness, my idiosyncrasy. My habits. My illness. My age. My sexual peak. The tides and timings of the material world. The high water marks. And then i realised i needed a poo.