Sunlight kindled white puffs of cloud all afternoon, and parts of the ground actually dried. By dusk, the clouds had crowded the entire sky, and tonight no stars can be seen. It's spring by day and winter by night. Now it does not rain and does not clear. I want spectacle. I get monotony. My unstimulated brain goes to sleep even as I walk about. I wake in another room, the memory of how I got there as vague as the fragments of a dream.