In the shifting currents of overcast skies, one might find manuals unwritten.
Skim the surface, only ink trails remain in the clouds. Observe:
* Whorl of thought bubbles.
Time is the margin; it weaves through the tethered mind, allowing
A-posteriori reflections and sisterly advice from silent weather.
Make lists of contrasts, align them with each other.
Doodle incessantly in the margins, for society craves the uncharted sketches that tell unprecedented truths, never debunked. See annotations prosper in ahistorical causation chains.