Morning town!

It is always morning somewhere.

Dealing with bare feelings and bare lives I find here in the town makes me think I should be more personal too. 
I don't mean it as an obligation, but as a gift, like offering you a part of my own vulnerability.  
Then I think that maybe my way of being personal is through the writing of the narrative I was doing on feels. I think that my personal is very impersonal, or rather collective. 

How many are we here writing? I have an impression that on the town I can access different parts of myself that are often hidden. 

I decided to write my Master Degree thesis about the town. It is in "social psychology" but after one semester I still don't know what it means. 
So now I pop in to the town more often, as my "duty" voice doesn't tell me that I am wasting my time here. 

And I realise I feel every time more emotionally attached to the town. Why? I dunno, as it is just a text display. 

Bare text.
Bare feelings.
Bare humans.

It scares me in a way. I think it is a question of time to get more used to the almost-naked feelings of others. Also it exposes me to my own feeling of awkwardness when about my need to help. Reading some feels or bbj notes I feel a strong urge to help.  
And I know that this is not how I  want to deal with it, as I know it is not respecting other persons emotional state and autonomy. So I feel awkward.

Yeah, I read you, people, at least some of you and time to time.
And I "feel with you", it is like I feel present with you in silence.