Another day in paradise (Originally published on December 27, 2006)

Whether it's the pseudophredrine, a flu, or allergies it's hard to say. It's been 5 days. I'm in another world. A world where cats and dogs roam. My skin is dried out. My throat sore. My body wishes to leave this place.

I don't care. This world, though it is not mine, calls to me. It erases its detriments from memory. I have never understood why. It is possible the frequency of the trips has something to do with it.

The patterns are odd here. Sleep seems disconnected from time. Phones are not answered. Light and shadow circle one another. The winter gray has set in.