the storm continues and jasper sleeps. the wind isn't howling now—it sounds like the sea. this time the ride by the mac reality vortex tower was harder, and for a minute i couldn't pedal through the wall of wind. it almost seems unreal, the sheer glass precipice making it's own violent wind. i'm in a sort of unsettled stasis today. i was reading three books without concentration, put them aside and went back to the school of life. jasper woke up. he's looking at me in the closet mirror. i wave to his reflection and his reflection looks surprised.