I was learning something new about ideas. Those brief flashes of genius i get when i'm the least predisposed to pen them down. which i'd thought that if i didn't, would at once vanish into a deep and dark abyss, forever lost. but now i've taken a leaf outta Lyra Silvertongue's book, and i realise the importance of letting them shimmer, just out of reach, at the back of my mind, gaining strength and momentum there till they themselve come out to embrace me, to assure me that they've been there all the time. and the proof of their worth is in their effect.
Which was indeed quite lovely.