WE ARE IMPRISONED
IN AN ENDLESS
SEA OF ICE . . .

We have told all the tales, real and imaginative, to which we are equal. Time weighs heavily upon us as the darkness slowly advances . . .

i am losing my mind

almost fell asleep at the wheel a few times lol

sometimes when i am despairing . . .

. . . in a lonely place, nora sends me a screenshot of my own words which i had said to her some time ago to comfort her. perhaps i was, for once, not altogether wrong about something?

anyway: thanks nora (and past ryan)!

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

praying to the godless pharameseuticals i take every day to rescue me from a woe that is madness LOL

Thinking about turning 38 by myself in Tokyo . . .

(. . . meanwhile feeling the full weight of my mistakes on a cold and overcast day in a town I am about to leave for a long time.)

It is six-thirty in the morning and still dark out. I am lying on the floor cocooned in my military sleeping bag, having just awoken from another nightmare, and I feel lonelier than hell. Looking at the time, only a half hour has passed since I last woke up from another dream. This is the third night of no sleep . . . I’ve tried every little thing to fix it, too . . . I suppose all I can do now is ride it out till sunrise and then start driving south to get as far away from here as possible.