April 15, 2013
It is never night here. There is no sun, only an orange dog-like creature in the sky that patiently looks down on the people below. How do we know that it even "looks"? Does it have eyes? Some say that it does. Sometimes it opens its eyes, all eight of them and sheds tears, for what reason, nobody knows. It rains then, but the bright orange light stays the same. It doesn't waver neither does it intensify. It is never night here. People do not sleep. They are always waiting for rain, and they always wish for more eyes.