the way to carry a burden is with the top pointing down so that a little bit leaks out as you walk from empty corridors to art museums. there's no coat check for this, no tucking the bulky beast away so that you might move about freely and with ease. #417 and a slip of paper. it must be dragged. reluctantly and with concerted effort. like some dead limb, lichen covered or full of phantom pain. leaving a trail of sick behind, pooling deep in corners. from the oily mouth will spill a siren song, promising. comraderie's pain addition is simple subtraction. the more added from others the more it's all lessened.