Traffic seems to be rather quiet this evening. At 11:11 P.M. general details never escape my attention. The darkness swallows my eyes as the surreal landscape opens up before me. Amazing. This time I find myself upon a crimson colored ship, very simple with mast, and a wheel to steer oddly turned sideways. Even more so odd is that the ocean is not any ocean as in water, not even bones, but......headstones.

2:34 A.M. Why do I always feel the need to disembowel something when I wake...