Pressure....staunches the trickle of blood, turns grapes to juice, allows the skin to feel the touch of another, forces ink to transfer to paper. I had forgotten the thrill of tucking a plexi plate and wet paper under blankets to mingle and squeeze. (sounds mildly dirty and in a very real way it is) The baby it produces amazes me. I feel no limits to its alure and no restrictions to its possibilities. Ah.... if all pressure in life could be as satisfying.
