and relax the shoulders, you know the left one doesn't ever relax as much as the right one, that eternal tension you will die with but thats okay, it's nothing too serious, just another imperfection. I imagined terraced hills in the south of China filled to brim with honey today. I thought about how many bees there would have to be to make that all real. An eternal golden hour. I imagined the underwater river streaks that would flow in golden tendrils. I thought about how quiet and beautiful it would all be. All the bees are sleeping. They are napping and the air is so still that every breath stirs the air and you watch the pools 10,000 miles away ripple gently. Hills drenched in honey.