Crows, Dreams, Tingo

This morning I've been watching the corvixian equivalent of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy...they flew, they fought, they jumped at each other and eventually ended up in a heap of bashful black feathers. Afterwards they hopped around all embarrassed. Crows manage to be loud and coy all at the same time. It's weird.

Strange dreams, rather nice...a garden in the Himalayas, I was there with larians. Noticed how beautiful it was, full of trees, one Sequoia especially, with another growing round it, not a parasite, just a spiralling tree, plus many others including a tree full of pears nyarbaggytep was there while I tried to pick the pears before they grew too ripe. It occurred to me that every tree I planted had grown. Then I was in a market where a lady tried to sell me two crude fish shaped sharpeners/pointless objects. She wouldn't sell them unless I took a small exercise book with them, and paid a tenner for the lot. When I took the exercise book away, I discovered that it had been written in, small notes, diagrams, all sorts of things, larians was angry that I had wasted my money on it and I can't recall properly but I think I threw it away.

Too much stuff in my head, and some of it just going round and round. colonel_maxim introduced me to the Easter Island concept of Tingo . Tingo means 'To borrow from your neighbour until they have nothing left.' Someone (not the colonel of course)has been practising a little Tingo on me and I've let it go on way too long. Time to say no and mean it. The more I think about this, the grimmer I get, so that will do for now.