Reset

The kitchen floor is cold, and you can feel every detail of the grain of the wood,

like your own fingerprints as they press into the varnish.

Your chest is flat against the floor, and both are solid.

For all you know, the pressure you feel could be a ceiling falling down upon you,

not the weight of your body, and the weight of everything else.

Ground is foundation; it is beginning.

To start again from nothing – lying down, quiet – is simple, or so it sounds.