I watched the sunrise today. I ate Cereal at 2:30Am and watched a riveting "True Romance", a script Quentin Tarantino wrote to be able to make "Reservoir Dogs". I smoked half a left over cigarette and then with a Wired magazine and a piece of A3 sized paper, I climbed up a faulty ladder and started writing in the darkness as the night ran for cover and the stars dimmed and the sun displayed it brightness and slowly shone.

The mornings are fascinating, 3\4th of everything wakes up, and the night goes to sleep. The air is nicer, it feels better to be alive in the mornings. In the day its just like normal and the nights are prone to work, smoking, baseless conversation and a display of craziness.

I love trees. They shimmer with life. If you look closely, its more apparent in trees where the leaves are tinier, trees move, they move, they're more than alive, they are life. They're listening. One must really travel to see. To really see.