rest
Thursday, Oct. 30, 2003 @ 4:50 p.m.

The patterns and lines and flashes I see before I sleep foretell nothing more than the continual beating of my heart. How can this be rationalized, what should I tell myself today, will nothing serve to lessen my malcontent? Is there nowhere to spend forever, satisfied? Tonight I cannot swallow another single mouthful of disquiet.