The nights don’t follow
As my days have evened out, my nights and dream state have turned into a topsy turvy world of fantastical landscapes that make Gotham City look bright and perils awaiting at every turn if only I (we) knew which way to turn. Almost as though a whole other life is being lived. Or perhaps it is just the mind’s way of digesting sort of the way Tin has to recount his entire day – real…