watch the fog roll in, little white become big white, the distinctness of your place that comes from other places fade. only think of this as forest, don't know what mushrooms sit on which log, don't ever talk of the shapes of the leaves. ae become as any other forest; locality and distality dissociate, space forget her selves. walk from this forest to a cliff, hear the waves below. forget that there is no sea nearby. let the fog fade. let her remember herself again. go back to your home. and refuse to remember
that you were once someone else.