I mega wiped out a few days ago.. Icy Montreal streets. And my hands were in my pockets, so nothing to break the fall except my knee and my elbow. Glad my head is okay.. Jet lagged but okay.. But anyway, it was so painful, and it still is actually, the cut.. There’s a cut on my knee.. It happened quickly and I wanted to make sure it wouldn’t get infected.. So, without thinking too much about it, I cleaned the wound and put like 8 bandages on it [there was no gauze around].. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this cut, perhaps as one would about an old friend.. I’ve had dreams about it and others in which I’ve had lengthy conversations with it.. Nothing too deep or meaningful.. The old “how’s your day / the weather” sorta chit chat..  Rambling again.. Anyway, you get a sort of respect for these things, old wounds. But, I took the bandages off today and saw that my cut is not really all that substantial in the end.. Nothing like the imagined thing.. Maybe the blood and the immediate pain made it seem more substantial before.. But now, yeah.. not as cool a scar as I’ve led myself to believe it would be.. And I’m disappointed.. I feel like the pain I felt isn’t as warranted as it was before.. Needless to say, I’ve terminated the relationship.