Otto

in the forest, in the heart of the forest, so deep that you don't know if it is the heart. you see trees. today. 'the forest' is a concept. you don't live here. but you might die. maybe you already did that and are just wandering. no, not that. how do you make your way back. there is a something to go back to, you're sure. or maybe you just want to believe it so much that you can't bear the thought of it not being true. 

okay. now. what. what if there is no way. or what if there is a way but you don't know it. if someone just told you there wasn't then maybe you could sort of get by and your old face wouldn't matter. or if you god forbid. lost your memory. this isn't a question of theory. idle speculation. this is where you are, in the midst of it. some line in a book, firmly closed now..will that help. i don't know. go your own way. time. essence of. reason don't matter don't much don't expect. then. something else. auxillary. the old ways. love the only. now. where is this other room. 

your true heart.

k.

Celia says,

"I walk in a forest every day. Actually, it's only a wood. It even has a name, just to confirm: F_ Great Wood.I know its tracks and paths by heart. I shan't get lost. Because here I walk with ghosts who'll guide me back. Beneath my feet a maze of long-abandoned mineworks. Folk who died there, men and women, never got to have old faces. Being old, I think now, is an acquired skill - which I'm working on."

Love that- especially the use of the word 'shan't'. Will try and and say something about it soon.