I have crept back into familiar places of learning with a glittering turtle shell strapped to my back. I've etched hope into its grooves and varnished it with protective spells. While my roots feed themselves on my very blood, I cannot scatter my magic about whimsically. It clings to me and manifests comfort where no comfort should be found. Safety mechanism. - I buy tiny books and throw out the big ones. I feast on nuts and grains. I wander, and wander. I solicit, I disappoint. I wait. I waste time. I spend money. I walk, and walk, and walk. I sit and sometimes I talk.
I am out of touch, and hopefully experience refills me.