When I got home, the sky looked fixed upon making the remainder of the evening a dreary monochrome, but the rain stopped while I was dozing. Now the sunlight is a faintly iridescent pink on the wet street, spent raindrops are sparkling all over my window screen and the sky overhead is clear pale blue, getting towards twilight, and ever so spacious. I enjoy rain, but on cloudy days it's like being inside all the time; no matter where you go there's a ceiling overhead, as if you're living in a cheap apartment and the plumbing issues of someone upstairs are working their way through their floor.
I think I am going slowly mad, so slowly that I will be completely better before I have the chance to become substantially mad. I doubt that, given the current state of things, I would have the self-control to do what is required to stop this brief tendency toward madness -- although concrete incentives aren't lacking.
posted on Wednesday, August 18, 2004
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