Entry for October 27, 2006
Winter closes in. Upon the horizon, dark clouds loom, marching ever forward to strangle the comforting warmth of the sun. A light absorbing curtain of gloom, with a creeping chill not unlike death's door. It weighs heavily upon my chest, and threatens to take the very breath from my lungs. Enclosed by blackness, as sticky and dark as tar upon the the roof, I feel trapped. Still able to move, but with no effect, as a leopard might have felt in the Pits of Labrea.
