I know that thing they call the Zone is real.
Know because I was in it today.
I knew I was in it today because
what I did today had a really different feel
but not so different a feel but a feel I recognized
and I recognized it because I’ve felt it before –
that zone, a zone one rides, or I’ll say,
it really is like riding or powering a craft
built for power but also maneuverability
because it was that feeling of being able to grab the smallest most trivial or ordinary anything and begin rubbing it and rubbing it somehow squeezes out smells or potions
or colors or anything, and all of a sudden some brand new scenes are shaping
I know the zone is real. Can’t think of anything I’ve posted here
in at least three if not four months comes close to a zone-born post.