Wednesday, October 10, 2007
The late night is the best time for slow thoughts. Its that time before sleep where my mind is murky with thought and possibility of sleep. I once again have to coax myself towards the subconscious journey of dreams or the dark thoughtless void of unconscious shutdown. I wonder about things. I wander through the day and the one to come. Tomorrow I will fly to Bethel. It will be last voyage from the rock until Christmas. These next months will bring the cold. These next months will bring the true test of loneliness. But for now I am weary and tired. So until I return, consider your days a gift and your dreams a foretelling of the future. Goodnight.