In the end, won't death be an endless kitchen?

What will your disintegrated bones do, search once more for your form?

Will your destruction merge with another voice and other light?

Will your worms become part of dogs or part of butterflies?

- P.N

I think the electronic devices in my life are metaphors for my own behavior. I say this only because my Ipod is dying, my cell phone is close to dead, and my computer is relying on it's connection to the wall to power itself. I fear that if sleep does not come my way soon, I too will need the support of a wall to stay standing/awake. I need to charge, much like my electronics, but work (and some play) are perpetually standing in the way. I'm starting to think the rain will only stop when I get a good night sleep. Who knows how those are connected.

Tomorrow I have to be at work at 6:00. And it's going to rain.