24) Let's see. Where the hell might I be? Can't figure. I must find a place to spend the night. The stars are a big disappointment. Light for the moth, light for the armadillo, light for the opossum, the mara, the british...but none for me. I am tired of stumbling or feeling my way. My hands are bleeding. Knees punctured. This dark land is all angles, blades and points. Must lay down. Alone, lost, black, blank crap underfoot, don't I deserve to be safe?