Handkerchiefs hiding long things.
6 hours.
The Elysian.
Kitty has been told she’s just a pea in a pod. Nothing more. That must be reason enough to let go and go on. But the idea looks prettier on paper, doesn’t it?
Lost will and lost one more. But this one probably shouldn’t matter, there’s time.
Need to go by with the bygones.
They’re preliminary, but obviously a support. Plus the elysian seems nice, just not to me, maybe.
Mr Toad has made it very clear. But some reason makes me uneasy. And his interpretations unclear. Must be all the sticky glue in between. Icky, awful; but super sticky.
Kitty also understood another subtle gesture by the elysian, which he tried to guise using indirect terms, but Kitty knew the straight attack to her. Kitty understands he might come from some truth, but it’s completely opposite to the one Mr Toad proposed so, she’s at a cross-road once again.
Also the bears’ reunion. Or an exaggeration of the same.
Kitty also doesn’t know how to separate the heart and the mind. She doesn’t know if she even *needs* to do that. She doesn’t know whether love, or purpose, or some weird mixture of the both will get her forward. So she waits, again. In agony, again.
