fact, no tact

"That is a fact. And fact is the most stubborn thing in the world."
Woland, The Master and Margarita.

i am gathering my facts, as if i need this average exercise to reach a conclusion. i know my conclusion, already. i've known it for a very long time - i have this thing, perception, after all. perception is a fact. that's how i get familiar with fact, through perception. usually. only this time i am using the rational mind, which is always slower, and just confirms what i had already perceived, since the fact was fact for such a long time, way before i perceived and, obviously, eons before i knew it.

good heavens have we changed.

but yeah, we may be seasonal still - the heat hints so. provoking all the echoes in my head, enhacing mucha, wanting me to go back to our land that's the slavian epopey or just all those paintings awaiting in the hermitage.

commanding me to write. retake. reform. assess. redress.

be truthful.

be daring.

shhhhh:

"jump --
you will fly."