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I am yet to write a proper arist statemnet, so, for now, have this:

I tossed and turned, imagining how the weight of everything else is crushing and sliding all over my heart or liver, contemplating which one is more important, then turned on my side one final time and felt the blood, the phlegm, the yellow and the black bile become a sediment. Tear throughs and jowls and everything that is soft or hard or leaking or dry - I don't question ferric chloride and bitumen, so I won't ask myself those questions. Even in the context of dreadful sticky sweat - what a miracle it is - a proof that you are there, by leaving stains and imprints. Get it out!

I gotta drink though, to sweat it out. And everything else.

On some specific level the theory of the four humours makes sense. But just in case, you better go get that checked?

This is my place to sweat, but you too, remember to leave traces!