I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away. - Jean-Paul Sartre

To be is to do.

In the distance.
Above my head; above my head; and this instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and
limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.

All of a sudden something breaks off sharply. The adventure is over, time resumes its daily routine. I turn; behind me, this beautiful melodious form sinks entirely into the past. It grows smaller, contracts as it declines, and now the end makes one with the beginning.