…it would be so simple to say this begins the process of summer. Summer as a process. Cold days are for now gone. Cold, summer, body, aches, and on these nights it may or may not be the outside temperature, rather, it feels internal, as in the temperature of my bones or maybe my blood? I sit up to assess the situation, yes, I am sweating yes the window is open now I shut the window and, oh? it is already 5am and so by luck I am not tired and also by luck I have no obligations for the day

It’s just that I’m afraid of periods. Sentence periods, periods of time, time categorized.

I shouldn’t write about this, but here I am, all bad. I shower slowly although the water pressure is strong my mind is somehow deflecting to memory//

an open window.

Very well, in reference to other things, I noticed that Arthur from rdr2 is warned to change his outfit by characters in the home camp when he isn’t wearing ‘weather appropriate’ clothing (I wonder which man wrote that code, lol. [This parenthetical is in reference to sexism {the patriarchy that polices clothing choices}]) Although, to be fair to realism, 60° in a southern state is different from 60° in a northern state. But that’s not the most obvious thing, and even if it were obvious, it might not create the most fun play environment. Do horses get cold? How come Arthur’s horse doesn’t have any outfits?

([{It is important to recognize prejudice in oneself, and the prejudices that influence art}])