2004-12-17 - 5:44 p.m.

I rode off into the dying sunset, the clouds parting like waves as I made my descent into a new perspective. It was paradise overturned: bright pink clouds slowly turning gray, and the exhaustion of living growing steadily, speaking quietly and saying, "Here I am. Don't you think you've had enough?" But I haven't, yet. There is a mystique in my tiredness, an aching sense of fulfillment, as I sleepily drive deeper into the clouds and fall deeper into sleep.