on the digestive nature of tangleweeds

OIA'I'O

and i asked myself about the present:

“Wouldn’t you?” You ask, a bit pointedly and were you the joking type, you might have smiled, because of course Kai would (and will). Allowing your hand to be taken (though only Kai has this privilege), you clamp your fingers around his as he’s taught you to do. It’s probably too strong, possessing none of the finger-presses and subtle strokes that normally accompany a proper hand-hold, but to your mind, you are doing it correctly.

“Discontent.” You say as you walk. “Without our memories, I do not know what I do not know. Further, I don’t even know what I don’t even know, what I don’t know..” You’re on the verge of a regression that could go on for hours, and in minute display of actual emotions, your fingers unhappily twitch in Kai’s.

how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep