26th November 2019

So at 11pm, I switch to reading to wind down. Got it? Good. Last night, had some trouble getting to sleep, after the new protocol had me downing four coffees later in the day than in the old regime. So today, I did the same thing again, except I had the last coffee even later in the day, which can only help, I’m certain. 

I keep drinking from poisoned waters, no matter how sick I feel afterwards. But I look up at the night sky, the array of stars, and remind myself where I am. The expanse rings out with a precision and clarity that was once dull and distant, deadened by the sickening light that bled from the noise and toil of a cluttered earth. Now, there are smatterings and smudges of constellations from one horizon to the next. Brilliant, burning eulogies of fires that may long since be snuffed out by His law, His will, His time. The silence reaches down and swallows me in its tender embrace. The night air has cooled and the winds have calmed. Home, it says. Home.