. . . like a poem, poorly written . . .

On a much more surreal note, behzad.com is up and disfunctional. (Behzad being coincidentally similar to the fictional character known as Consultimo.) I am really not sure, in this state of mind, what to make of this. I would rather not try to sleep, knowing, but it’s dark, and it’s raining heavily, and my eyelids are drooping precariously. I can only hope the nightmares pass me over.