Never be afraid to get dirty, but be sufficiently sure-footed to avoid the abyss of contamination.


I’ve been packed away in that bag for way too long. It feels so great to get out into the sun. The sun’s rays reflect on my metal, but something feels different.

Okay, here we go. I feel that stretch, followed by the amazing high that comes after. Wheee! I’m on top of the world! I drop and start to compress a little. Ouch, this hurts. I really don’t like how this feels. Cramming into a tight space. Feeling the pressure, claustrophobia… I can’t take this anymore. Wait. There’s a moment of peace. A window to think, reflect… and now I feel myself dropping again.

Whoaa! I’ve hit another step, feeling the stretch again. Wheee! Still up high! And here comes the pressure again. I wish I could avoid these moments.

(half an hour later)

Again? Seriously? These aren’t the usual steps. Where is this place?

Chichen Itza (photo from Wikipedia)

At least my gods have a sense of humor:

It’s slinky,
It’s slinky,
It’s such a wonderful toy.
It’s fun for a girl and a boy.


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