June 6, 2001
Where does tired come from? The sandy eyed, slow headed mystery lull. I put all my faith in sleep. I depend on it for relief. I expect every wound to be healed through the intricacies of the sleep process, it's single minded cycles, one of the few unique rhythms inherent to the universe, an individuality matched by old faithful, volcanoes, sunrise and sunset. Dreams are intermittent, they exist for me as patchwork, symbolic. They are difficult to decipher, cryptic, but simple if you want them to be. I often remember dreams that are cyclic, being trapped in discreet packets of time.