November 12, 2007
It’s that time of night where late is turning into early. That in-between time. I am dizzy and tired but still wired into today. I am eternally ambivalent about this time of night. This is when sick things finally let go and die. This is when the internal darks start to take over. This is the answer to questions posed by dusk. When i was crazy—when i am crazy, (because denying it encourages it to anger and dominance), this is the time when it begins to take over. This is when i feel it trying to come back.