I know it seems that I don't care
but something in me does I swear
I don't remember all last year
I left you awake to cry the tears
while I was dreaming in streams
flowing between the shores
of joy and sadness
I'm drowning!
save me!
wake me up!
- Ben Folds (Five), "Narcolepsy"

"24: Twenty-Four Hours to Go"
I find myself possessed of an intense urge to salvage the last dying embers of This Black Year with a dazzling display of daring.

But I've fallen so far. What's left to reach for?

I have no plans. Or maybe I have nothing but plans.

NEXT:
Reborn on the Fourth of July