I lose sight of where to go and video can be looking with nowhere to look. There were three sentences at first, put together in and around conversations at the end of a second version. Prehistory takes time. I remember anxiety learning to read and write in a small room in the middle of nowhere. It's a bit like this one. Teeth chatter and birds run off in a hurry - picking up a toothbrush and alphabetical curry.

- paragraph from text called third zip,

audio to follow here