An odd, restless sleep. Woke up feeling unsettled and melancholy, wishing I'd made more of some as-yet unidentified piece of life. Lots of nocturnal calisthenics; my blanket ended up in a wad on the floor. My fleeting dreams seemed to be of wandering, homeless wordsmiths—faceless and obscure—desperate for even slight recognition. A gray sun shining gray down on to a gray land of gray faces. Man in the mirror, indeed.
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