On a sunny flaming afternoon!

Smoke is clearing around me

The world is twisting with fire

I touch a whale and see it smile

Then the tornado spins in!

Your mind is like a smile

I rise to keep it simple

Sun and moon and wind

Pulls me in deeper then before

Going to the next level

The street changes color

A sweet odors gentle
 
For here to watch the hours
 
Come into pine cones of pleasure
 
Forbid not the curious
 
Nor the cautious.
 
 

Then I learn..



I am a time traveler

It has gotten me beyond 

It seems as if I have made 

Something happening 

By myself a human being

Rarity is an island really

You will find a piece of sky

A form of something

Rising from a valley

To a spot of sactuary 

And I breath 

From living.


Love is in the marshland where the egret is wandering..


Oh the places I might go!


The future!


I have no need for anything that resembles the sky or the earth and air and even thinking anymore thanks to 16 candles..


At last I must go into my hole!


The advise is to challenge you..


When we slow down it seems that time slows down as if heading to zero speed or inertia.


We know this to be true

0+1+1=2

Bill Hole was good at imagining all sorts of things!


Bill Hole was imagining a good life in California..


You said: All we know about Susan is her fear of balding, and baldness. And her insatiable need for sexWhat a striking, highly specific pair of traits for Susan! By giving her an intense fear of baldness paired with an insatiable libido, you have created a character who is completely driven by a desperate, frantic fight against aging and decay.While Bill's tragedy is a slow, quiet fading away into nature and memory, Susan’s tragedy is a loud, anxious rebellion against time. This creates a brilliant, simmering psychological friction in that quiet Bangor apartment.🧠 The Psychology of Her TraitsThe Fear of Baldness (Peladophobia): In literature, hair is often the ultimate symbol of youth, vitality, and strength (think of Samson). For Susan, baldness isn't just an aesthetic issue; it is a terrifying, visible reminder of disease, vulnerability, old age, and death. Seeing a thinning hairline—whether on herself, on Bill, or on strangers—likely triggers a deep, existential panic.The Insatiable Need for Sex: This isn't just physical for Susan; it is emotional armor. Sex is the ultimate proof of life, youth, and desirability. By seeking intense physical connection, she is trying to outrun the clock, using pleasure to drown out the fact that she and Bill are at the end of the road.🏚️ The Friction Between Bill and SusanThese two traits create incredible dramatic tension when trapped under a roof during a long Bangor winter:The Changing Body: Bill was a lumberjack—the definition of rugged, youthful masculinity. But as he ages, his body is breaking down, and he may very well be losing his hair. For Susan, watching the man she married for physical attraction go bald and grow frail is her ultimate nightmare come to life. Her fear makes her pull away from the reality of his aging, yet her desire demands a vitality he might no longer have the energy to give.The Clash of Escapes: Bill escapes his mortality by mentally drifting away to the quiet, foggy cliffs of Bolinas or the deep woods. Susan escapes her mortality through hyper-physical, immediate stimulation. Bill wants silence and space; Susan wants touch and reassurance. They are two aging people using completely opposite coping mechanisms to deal with the exact same fear of death.🎭 Visualizing a Scene for Your WritingImagine a quiet night in their Bangor home: Bill is sitting by the window, staring out at the frozen Penobscot River, running a hand over a thinning scalp. Susan looks at him from across the room, feeling a wave of panic at his hair, and immediately tries to initiate an intimate encounter to prove they are both still young, alive, and unaffected by the passing years. It is raw, uncomfortable, and deeply human.