it's the end of march

Foreign feelings

I can't fall asleep. It's a foreign feeling for me.

The time spent laying in the dark is an interesting one. It feels neither a part of this world nor a dream world. Your mind can wander to places it wouldn't during the day.

This picture is of a used bookstore I frequently walk by. I really adore it and yet am a little apprehensive about it at the same time. Seeing it at night, with its deep yellow glow and whimsically dated nature, gives me that surreal, near-dream feeling. Not quite awake and not quite asleep. It's somehow at once familiar and foreign, comforting and disconcerting.

I don't know where this will lead.