This…somehow…soothed my soul.
Today I burnt some toast.
I also destroyed stuff and stitched it back together.
This helped sort out my soul a little, which was feeling kind of fragile. The process felt like I was patchworking up myself, but without the instructions.
(Hmmm, which piece goes where? oh. lets just stick it here…)
Thus some of my patched-up-soul ended up a tad wonky.