On a night that's quiet and warm and one is left feeling empty, what is the cure? The silence, oddly, is defeaning and increasing the volume on the television can't make it feel right. It's usually when life comes to a lull, when the work and pressure that one normally fills himself with pauses, that it is most obvious something feels gone. I am left to my insanity and randomness, letting my mind wander and search for something that needs discovery. A pocketful of comfort, of pleasure. But the search is trying and the night not long enough. Defeated, perhaps. I fall asleep.