I'm back in the trenches...only it doesn't feel so much like trenches. Up until last night I thought I could smell it; the smell of human flesh and stagnant hypoxic spaces, but it's been nothing like that. I'm not known for jumping to the best conclusion, but I have and I'm excited, I'm interested, and I don't feel like I've entered an isolation room, gowned, gloved, goggled and N95 airway protected. It's alive and human.
As a small child I used to think everything could fit into two categories: geometric and organic. Everything. I didn't even know what organic meant, and it was certainly before grocery stores specialized in it.
Anyway, I need to eat and shower and watch Law & Order, so I'm not going back into this to make it make better sense.
Now that's organic.