Every night when I lie down on the cold sheets of the bed, relaxed, waiting for the sleep to come and take me away, I think to myself: if sleeping is a good part of my day, then why can't death be a good part of my life?

A day without sleep,

A Life without death,

One, a mare; the other, the sweetest of all dreams. . .

Say a Little Prayer. . .

They pray for the lost souls to be found; Yet I, wish the found souls the adventure of getting lost once in a while!

Lighting up the darkness

Like a man who's lost his memory after a devastating accident, not knowing where he came from; how he looked and thought when he was an infant, a toddler, a child. Forgotten the turmoil of his puberty and laid by a strange hand in all the new, shallow, meaningless surroundings;

Such is the man who doesn't know the history of mankind...

12:00 a.m., A thoughtful night.