A man walks into a wind,
on a sidewalk. His pace is the
walk. The distance bends to
this and that, until it
curves in him, giving him
illusion of being wind. But
does it have to be illusion? He
tries to understand what's
going on. This is besides
identity, and outside biography.
The possibilities are different,
Once you're in that midnight, you own the stars and possess the nights around them. The nights are what make these stars bright. These aren't stars you dream. They are what cannot occupy dreams. Try to dream in there, and your dream will be about expanding the midnight you're in, reaching for a moon brighter than sun. It's never too late to open your eyes.