Suddenly, to see that the world was so large, the cosmos so black. The unbounded fascination of it, the unbounded loneliness... For the first time, these days, I was touching it with these hands, these eyes. I've been looking at the world half-blind, I thought.
Steeped in a sadness so great I could barely cry, shuffling softly in gentle drowsiness, I pulled my futon into the deathly silent, gleaming kitchen. Wrapped in a blanket, like Linus, I slept. The hum of the refrigerator kept me thinking from my loneliness. There, the long night came on in perfect peace, and morning came.
But... I just wanted to sleep under the stars.
I wanted to wake up in the morning light.
Aside from that, I just drifted, listless.