Lately I'm feeling very not on the shelf. Very off the shelf. Tipped over and spilled out all over the floor, even, like a box of spaghetti noodles.
Off the shelf is seeming like a good place to be. More what I need these days. More dangerous in
(more) some ways, but not just dangerous--also--not riskier, but more interesting, more who I need to be these days.(less)
