Sleep

Excerpt from Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World:

I thought about rain myself. A mist so fine, it almost wasn't rain. Falling, ever fair, ever equal, it gradually covered my consciousness in a filmy, colorless curtain.

Sleep had come.

Now I could reclaim all I'd lost. What's lost never perishes. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to sleep.

Bob Dylan was sing A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall, over and over.