89-04-23 #1 There's no one else to talk to. It's 5 am. One of my best friends has gone to a world of: Technological Risk Venture Capitalists Heavy Hitters and Big Players It's nothing, I suppose. But these are words I don't use day to day. Some months ago I woke, and thought of an older friend. We hadn't spoken for a long time. And it occured to me that I was being avoided. Friends, the first reflection of ourselves in a maze of imperfect mirrors, they aren't what they seem, but it is so lonely without them. #2 The double reflection in my windowpane of the waning moon behind the clouds floating above the lights of the city The clouds drift and change the view the sunlit moon is gone, and now, only the early morning gray remains.