It's 3:25am. And I'm sitting in my homestead. The music is playing softly, the ligths are low. There's a brick wall in front of me, it's painted white from ceiling to floor. And I'm wondering what just happend in the day that passed. My mind shutters, searches, and does not come back. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, that keeps me from completely understanding. But it moves on without relapsing. The music swells ever so gently, across the room. The light hangs weakly on the furniture below. The brick wall seems less and less there. And I'm wondering what will happen in the days to come. And then I go to sleep.