...how it operates, you will never understand it, of course, but you can watch it. It mesmerizing like the ember of a fire at night how long has it been since I've watched the red glows of wood in a fire drifting of into a myriad of imaginable patterns and forms the past drifts away and becomes its own distant country. No bizarre dreams must be the zombies.
i want to ship out of where I am drift under the sheets into a long warm uncoinciousness and stay there an awful long time. Drifting though the warm darkness something akin to sleep. I need to be revitalised.