Last night,

I woke up suddenly from a dream I can't remember, my heart filled with terror and self-loathing. Today, I feel as though I am lost in the woods, and I don't know how to find my way again. So I think that for now I will live in the woods. I've got The Rest is Noise by Alex Ross with me, and I will read by the winter light filtering through the trees. I may also watch the Ravens game tonight. For some reason, Baltimore has been very much on my mind lately, and I find myself strangely interested in the outcome.