Its 3:42 am and I haven't written for the past few days. The last two days have been the same, me sick. After I got over that headache I went to sleep. I don’t remember what kind of dream I had but I woke up choking. It kind of freaked me out. It felt so real as if one moment I'm under water and choking then the next moment I'm in my bed. The sheets were soaked from my sweat. That had woke me up a few hours earlier than usual and I didn't feel like going back to sleep. I was a little out of it. I went through my usual routines at school. I drove through the traffic. Some guy flipped me off. Some girl couldn’t drive like a normal person because she was on the phone. I went to class and listened to some interesting ecological information that would probably be on the test. Afterward I went to my lab and presented some citations to the lab coordinator. Once the lab was finished I bid my lab partners adieu and made my way home. The sun was setting and that weird twilight glow was about. The sky looked beautiful and filled me with certainty that no matter what we mortals do each other there will always be beauty. Even after we have either killed ourselves off or left the plant after we have made it inhospitable, there will always be a sunset that covers the land in that trademark weird glow.

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What a nice sunset. I see the orange glow casting its reflection on the water that stretches out to sea. The waves aren't very active today. No, they are calm as I am calm. I stare at the horizon attempting to see that which goes beyond it. I know that the world is round and that all I'll be able to see is the light being stretched around the curve of the earth. I find it absolutely chilling. That the sky is given its colors by the atmosphere and its refraction of light. All the colors that make up the observable world come from such a narrow window in the spectrum of light waves. My body tingles and my skin pricks up. There is art everywhere we look. This magnificent sight gives me great pleasure. It's perfect, absolutely perfect. I feel the muzzle at the back of my head. I will forever bear witness to nature's majesty. They is, they is, they is.

Once night had covered the land I arrived home. I ate, watched TV, and did my homework. Now I'm in my bed that lies on the carpeted ground. I think I went to the bank today or was it yesterday? I distinctly remember yesterday that I had the same dream. I passed the same two people in traffic. I went to the same classes. Now I remember I went to the bank. I'm looking at my journal and this should be my fifth entry. I've looked through the previous pages, there's some weird story for two of the days I didn't write and I wrote pretty much the same thing yesterday. Did my days repeat? I'm worried I'm going insane.