The tidal wave dreams continue. Sometimes I don’t even fully remember them but I wake up knowing I’ve had them. There in the middle of the nite with the city a glowing bar beneath the shade. It’s not so much a fear of the dream I just awoke from as a the sense of certainty that follows me out of it; it is the certainty of death—the only certain certainty that there is. The dark tower of annihilation, moving ever closer, unstoppable, impossible to take one’s eyes off once one sees it on the horizon.

...a tendency to mimic the landscape of the sky

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