It is late, it is early, it is difficult to decide. I am hungry, I am wasted, I am aching, I am wired. It is dawn somewhere in the world, right now, this moment. I have a pulsing vein in my temple, I have a an excess of ions in my blood, I have burdock in my eyes, I have two iron legs. I have found that chasing demons tends to bring the Devil himself out. The baby starts to wake up, and when he does- well, then it’s his world. The churning of the dishwasher merges with the soft plush implosions echoing from the speakers, making a sort of liquid insect symphony. That reminds me that the soundtrack of life is rarely a melodic one – rather, it is commingled texture; commerce with the ghosts; ethereal entanglements– invisible, tactile, & somehow- in the end- internal. I am riding a wave of chocolate consciousness, a hazy subtle orgasm of endorphins and a constant push towards unblinkingness. I know it won’t last. There is a place in your head that gives all thoughts extraordinary depth. There are only 2 ways of looking at your material possessions, and one of them is exhausting. In the end. 10 minutes have passed. Good Night.