and ill forget everything, but how strong the feeling is now, and how the chance to write it down is so worth it, worth the risk of forgetting it all like ash. that’s enough, and perfect. & the mountains turned blue again & i ended up at the place where we ate dolma out of a little cooler, and looked out on the factory processing zeolite, bentonite, brown clay, and the long freight trains that make a run in the land like stockings.