It is very early morning. 05 : 39 a.m. local time.

Thought I might reflect on the past 24 hours. 24 hours ago I was sitting right here, right where I am, waiting for my shift to end. It ended approximately 2 hours and twenty-five minutes later. I went home, which usually takes about 35 minutes from here. Buses are slow transport, and they tend sometimes not to arrive at the most convenient points in time or space; either one will miss one's connections because the bus schedule is not fitted to one's needs, or one simply needs to get off at a place from which one has to walk for a while in order to get to one's desired destination. Weather, here, is crucial in relation to the lack or abundance of enjoyment and pleasure from the predicament.

I then slept. Attempted to. Took a while. I then slept.
I woke up to find myself facing the afternoon, and messages from two wonderful people. I replied to the messages. Several times in one case. While simply arriving at a quick and easy decision in the other.

I went out. Spent the early evening with a very important person. It was great. Made my day, so to speak, as without that very positive ingredient to the mundane flow I probably would have arrived back here, to this spot, feeling I wasted a day on nothing in particular.

Turned out the day was great.
Then I came back here.
Here I remain still.
It is 05 : 49 a.m.

Ticking clocks,
..kH

Nighttime sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs
And wakes imagination
Silently the senses
Abandon their defences

or something along those lines. Ghostly visions and macabre sounds abound within the fortress I have built around myself.. the shadows are closing in.
Take me away, darkness, sail me away on your silky cushions. Let my limp body bounce over the landscapes you hide under your cape.
Let this night forever be, and last longly..

I have conducted an interesting duologue with a creature that seems to stride around the ward during nighttime. I call, it answers back. I am excited by its unexpected existence.
There it is now. Glaring at me from the living room. Those glaring green eyes. And there it jumped! Where's it gone?! ..

I can hear its little feet tapping on the floorboards. I will hunt it.

Cuckoo,
..kH