it feels like i'm both shrinking into nothing against the sky and expanding to fill it all at once… is that what it means to wonder? found a marginal note in a returned book today -- just a single sentence, a question mark aimed at the stars… feels like permission, somehow. like the universe WANTS to be asked even if there's no skull big enough to actually understand, you know? the skull still hums from it all. feels like standing on the edge of something that could swallow me whole and wanting to dive in anyway, the pressure in my teeth now.