Drink One Liter of Liquid Oxygen.

I have been directed to find something, like a rock, to hold on to. This item is meant to remind me of my work to remember that my perceptions are real, that my feelings are reliable.

When I am in situations with my mother, for example, I am to press this rock. I get it. A concrete reminder of change, of work done.

But I wonder how I am to remember to do this rock thing, when, the problem of my time with her is that I forget everything except for what she has taught me. Everything - my resolve, my memory, my iron will and even a rock - will turn soft and run through my hands like water.