Landscape November 27, 2014 4:14:53 PM – 4:16:07 PM

I sat somewhere quiet in the past, writing and drawing.

Wind, drag me with you across the plains, drag me all the way down to the cliffs. Then I saw the third night in the stillness, in the distance. I wrote nothing down in that period. The sand.

In the night a distant voice had nearly fallen asleep. Behind the trees.