Sleep, Babe, Sleep.
<< 10:46 p.m. - Tuesday, Nov. 25, 2003 >>
I ended up watching the slice of sky from beyond my blurry ever paddling arm. Tiny star in the midst of vast night time clouds. I am in a river. Cold air whirling past twenty, and I can only feel myself moving. Thinking of little else but to just exist and stop asking questions. Just living in sound. Because all my other senses are busy or dead.

I want to talk this weekend. I want to sit down one on one with my kindreds and listen and explain more about evolving and solidification. And the more I write, the less I have to say.