Faux Fu

Friday, May 07, 2004

Morning: dark, cloudy, thundering. Makes me want to sink into my skin. Coffee has given me the jitters. Time seems to be slowly expanding. I have been getting up earlier and earlier. Morning time is some kind of free zone. Tapping the keyboard in the dark, like some blind pilgrim. I am feeling my way to some new room. Everything seems strange, unknown, but familiar too.

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