Inkling

 

" Inkling, Ingling, You know you can lay your trust onto me. Our paths crossed and wove and wove and wove and overlapped into a tapestry of our lives. Chemicals and neurons mingling and transferring like any other being. "

" Are you your own "person"? "

" What do you think, inkling? "

" I'm not sure anymore. "

" Well until you know, let the ink drip and splotch till the paper is black. "

Laurent's internal dialogue with the sentient fungi being he lives in symbiosis with.

( 30.01.23 )