I’ve been doing that thing where you wake up as soon as your alarm goes off and write down all the words left over in your head from sleeping.
“Pale light jungle here he (something) licks her words (wounds?) (what?).” And then: ”Humans as only species who can tell/care about time.”
I don’t think they’ll be skipping over next year’s Pulitzer prize for fiction, is basically what I’m trying to say here.