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[January 16, 2002 | 1:51]

Time moved like saltwater in ice in front of his eyes. The shore sang a different song tonight. Insomnia held out his eyelids and darkness hid behind him.
It wasn’t fear of sleeping: just the inability to do so. The sensation that dreariness was amidst a tumid river of disbelief and long forgotten memories. Thoughts sprung in his head and thoughts refused to leave. Not to live. They are alive, the boy said, while laughing at the stars. They are alive.