Adaline felt that knot of anger forming. It started in her intestines looping into intricate precision adding in layers of veins and muscle until it was one pulsing entity. They say the endless knot is the interplay between dualistic ideas crossing each other until there is no beginning or end. There seemed to be no duality just anger and pain tracing itself inside her.

A walk to the square where the fountain is. Quaint geometry would help unravel this feeling. Encounter the brush strokes of spring, lilacs, pale yellows, bright snapdragons. She tried to fill her mind with the counting of steps. Thirty steps forward and turn left twenty-two.

Her brain betrayed her and would only trace the looping knot. How was it that each pass seemed to be underneath? It became a walkway where an HO scaled version of her self would pass under nine gray stone bridges. Never leaving the confines of samsara.

Finding herself suddenly at the square, she noticed a crow pecking at the remains of a stuffed bear. Time spent in a dryer had matted its ragged brown-grey fur. Some naughty mommy didn’t know the proper care for teddies. Talons dug into the belly of the bear squishing white batting through the slashes. The face was the victim of many beaked attempts to remove the eyes.

Murderous crow!

The bird stared at Adeline and flexed its wings never releasing its prisoner.